The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets of the old town. Cessy leaned against the doorway of a small cafe, her eyes scanning the thinning crowd, searching for one face among many. Her heart raced with anticipation. She hadn’t seen him in days, and the need to find Nowa, to be near him, had become an almost unbearable ache.
She hated herself for it, for this obsession that had taken hold of her like a fever. But she couldn't help it. There was something about him—his quiet intensity, the way his eyes seemed to see through her, even when he was trying so hard to look away. He fascinated her. He terrified her. He consumed her thoughts, day and night.
And yet, he seemed so far away, always slipping through her fingers like smoke.
As she waited, she spotted a familiar figure in the crowd—a tall, broad-shouldered man with a friendly smile and tousled blond hair. Ethan. He waved when he saw her, his smile widening as he approached.
"Cessy!" he called out, his voice warm and familiar. "I was hoping I'd run into you."
Cessy smiled back, though it felt a little forced. "Hey, Ethan. What are you doing here?"
He shrugged, his hands in his pockets. "Just passing through. Thought I'd grab a coffee before heading home. But seeing you here makes it a lot more interesting."
Cessy laughed softly, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling in her chest. Ethan had always been kind to her, always showing up at the right moments, always offering that easygoing charm. She liked him—he was safe, uncomplicated. But tonight, she wasn’t looking for safe or uncomplicated. She was looking for Nowa.
"So, what's new with you?" Ethan asked, leaning against the doorway next to her. "You look… distracted."
Cessy hesitated, her thoughts flickering to Nowa, to the last time they had spoken, his words still echoing in her mind. "I'm… just waiting for someone," she said finally, her voice quiet.
Ethan raised an eyebrow, his smile faltering a little. "Anyone I know?"
Cessy shook her head. "No, just… someone."
Ethan's gaze lingered on her face, as if he was trying to read the truth in her eyes. "You’ve been a bit distant lately, Cessy," he said after a moment. "Is everything okay?"
She nodded quickly, forcing another smile. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just… a lot on my mind."
Ethan seemed to accept her answer, though his eyes still held a hint of concern. "Well, if you ever need to talk, you know I'm here, right?"
Cessy nodded, grateful for his kindness, but her thoughts were already drifting back to Nowa. Where was he? Why hadn’t he shown up yet?
Then, as if summoned by her thoughts, she saw him. He was standing across the street, half-hidden in the shadows, his eyes fixed on her and Ethan. A dark, unreadable expression clouded his face. Her heart skipped a beat, and she straightened up, her eyes locked onto his.
Nowa didn’t move. He just stood there, watching, his jaw tight, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. She could feel the tension radiating from him, even from a distance. She wondered how long he had been standing there, watching her. Watching them.
Ethan followed her gaze and spotted Nowa. He chuckled softly. “Ah, is that who you’re waiting for?”
Cessy felt a rush of heat to her cheeks. “Yeah, that’s… that’s him.”
Ethan nodded, his expression amused but curious. “He doesn’t look too happy,” he observed lightly.
Cessy’s eyes flicked back to Nowa, and she saw it—the anger simmering just beneath the surface, the way his eyes blazed as he stared at Ethan. Her heart pounded harder, and she felt a strange, twisted satisfaction at the thought that Nowa might be jealous.
“I should probably go talk to him,” she murmured.
Ethan smiled. “Of course. I don’t want to get in the way of… whatever this is.”
She nodded, giving him a quick, grateful smile before stepping away and crossing the street toward Nowa. As she got closer, she could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes narrowed slightly when he looked at her.
“Hey,” she greeted softly, stopping a few feet in front of him. “I was looking for you.”
Nowa’s jaw tightened. “Yeah? Looked like you were busy,” he replied, his tone sharp.
Cessy frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You know exactly what it means, Cessy. I come here, and I find you cozying up with him.”
She bristled at the accusation. “Ethan is just a friend,” she said firmly. “Why do you care, anyway?”
Nowa took a step closer, his eyes blazing. “Maybe because I don’t like seeing you with him,” he admitted, his voice low and strained.
Cessy’s heart fluttered, a mix of anger and excitement coursing through her veins. “And why is that, Nowa? Why does it bother you so much?”
He hesitated, his gaze intense, as if he was struggling to find the right words. “Because… because I can’t stand the thought of him being close to you,” he finally said, his voice raw. “Because every time I see you with him, I want to—”
“To what?” Cessy pressed, taking a step closer, her voice challenging.
“To tear him away from you,” Nowa confessed, his voice almost a growl. “To make sure he knows you’re mine.”
Cessy’s breath hitched, her heart racing. “Yours?” she echoed, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Nowa’s expression softened slightly, but his eyes were still intense, still burning with that strange mix of anger and desire. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Mine. Whether I like it or not.”
She felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks, her pulse quickening. “Then prove it,” she challenged, her voice trembling slightly.
Nowa didn’t hesitate. He closed the distance between them in an instant, his hand reaching up to cup her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “I will,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “I’ll prove it to you, every day, if I have to.”
Cessy’s eyes fluttered shut as his lips hovered close to hers, her heart racing with anticipation. She could feel his breath on her lips, could feel the tension between them like a live wire, sparking with electricity.
“Then do it,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “Prove it to me, Nowa.”
And with that, he closed the gap, his lips crashing onto hers with a fierce intensity that took her breath away. She melted into him, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper. His kiss was rough, desperate, filled with all the emotions he’d been holding back, all the jealousy, the need, the longing.
For that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the secrets, not the lies, not the danger that lurked in the shadows. There was only him, only her, and the fire that burned between them, consuming everything in its path.
And as they kissed, she knew that she was his, and he was hers, in the only way that truly mattered—in the way that could either save them or destroy them completely.
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Mystery / Thriller"POV of Cessy Cessy was an ordinary girl in her final year of college, but her life was consumed by an extraordinary fixation. She was captivated by Nowa, a classmate who seemed to embody everything she desired. Every glance he cast, every word he s...
