CZARINA

DOUBT

After Mors's heartfelt confession, he and Seraphina embarked on a relationship that flourished beautifully, filling their high school days with shared laughter and deepening affection.

As they navigated the complexities of adolescence together, they discovered the nuances of each other's personalities, fostering a bond that was both tender and exhilarating.

Seraphina reveled in Mors's kindness, which brought a radiant joy to her life, illuminating even the darkest corners of her insecurities.

However, as their relationship progressed, Mors's affection began to take on a more possessive tone. What once felt like a protective instinct gradually morphed into an overwhelming need to control, casting a shadow over their once carefree connection. Seraphina, who had cherished Mors's gentle nature, now found herself grappling with the implications of his possessiveness.

Mors's POV

My relationship with my Czarina is unfolding just as I envisioned, yet a simmering frustration gnaws at me.

The constant intrusion of other boys, approaching her with their insipid flattery, ignites a primal rage within me.
Each time I see them laugh with her, a dark urge wells up, compelling me to eliminate them. But a quick end would be too mundane; I crave the thrill of savoring their despair, torturing them slowly, relishing every moment of their suffering.

Suddenly, a fierce yet angelic voice snaps me from my dark reverie. "Mors, what did you do? I know you did something... bad," she accuses, her eyes ablaze with suspicion. How I adore her fierce spirit, even as it stirs my darker inclinations.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, angel," I reply, feigning innocence. Of course, I’ve done something—how dare they approach my Czarina? She's mine, and only mine.

"Don't lie to me, Mors. People I talked to keep disappearing, and the whole school is buzzing about it. It's suspicious!" Her voice trembles, and I relish her quickness in grasping the situation, even as I dread it might fracture our bond.

"I didn't do anything, angel. Don't you trust me?" I attempt to manipulate her, but her gaze is filled with doubt, and I loathe that.

"Don't look at me like I'm the wrong one here, angel," I say, my tone turning cold and intimidating. She flinches, and I feel a pang of guilt. "I-I’m sorry, Mors. I didn't mean to upset you," she stammers, tears brimming in her eyes.

I sigh, pulling her close, enveloping her petite frame in my embrace. Her soft sniffles tug at my heart; she doesn’t yet know the extent of my true nature.

"Let’s not fight anymore, alright?" I whisper, and she nods, looking up at me. I pull her face closer, kissing her roughly, a punishment for her earlier doubts. She tries to pull away, but I hold her firm, kissing her hard until her lips are red and swollen, a testament to my possessiveness.

Finally, I stop, and she recoils, tears streaming down her face, a hint of blood staining her lips. "Delicious," I murmur, savoring the sight. Her expression twists in fear, but I find a twisted satisfaction in it. Better fear than disrespect, I think, as I gaze into her eyes, catching a fleeting glimpse of an emotion I can’t quite decipher.

"You can go back to class now. I’ll wait for you outside later," I say, hugging her again and patting her head. She nods, scurrying away, leaving me with a sense of satisfaction.

After she disappears, I return to class, contemplating my next moves. I need to proceed carefully; I don't want to scare her off completely.

As the day drags on, I wait outside her classroom, watching her diligently take notes, her cuteness captivating. My mind races with plans to hack her phone—no other bastard will have the chance to approach my sweet angel. I imagine the thrill of knowing her every move, ensuring that no one else can intrude upon our world.

When her class finally dismisses, she emerges with Serene, a thorn in my side. The moment she spots me, Serene halts, intimidated by my glare. I relish the power I wield, watching as she whispers something to my Czarina before retreating.

The way Serene flinches under my gaze fills me with a sense of triumph; she understands the danger of crossing me.

My Czarina approaches me, an awkward smile on her face, still clearly rattled by our earlier encounter. I can’t let her see how much I relish this control, but deep down, I know I’ll do anything to keep her by my side, even if it means embracing the darkness within me.
I must tread carefully, balancing my possessiveness with the need to maintain her affection.

As she stands before me, I can’t help but admire her resilience, even in fear. I will protect her, but I will also ensure that she knows who holds the power in this relationship. I will teach her that my love is both a blessing and a curse, and she will learn to accept it, just as I accept the darkness that lurks within me.