tormenting temptation

•|𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

“Welcome home, babydoll.”

My breathing became shallow as I heard his voice. His face was close to my earlobe, and I felt his bite there. His breath brushed against my neck, making me shiver. I was still standing at the door, just inside the house. Yash was outside, bringing in the luggage. I didn’t want to believe it was his voice, but I couldn’t help almost trusting that it was him—a “him” whose name was kept hidden from me, or rather, I didn’t know it because I never asked. Who would?

I didn’t realise I was breathing heavily. Was it really him? The same voice, the same aura, the same feeling, the same pain in my chest, the same fear. I didn’t have the courage to turn around and see who it was. What if it was him? That’s when my eyes fell on the house.

It had lost its previous colour—white. It was now completely grey. My eyes drifted to the ceiling, where the corners had a touch of beige. It wasn’t overly grey but had the perfect aesthetic anyone could appreciate. Yet the place only heightened my fear. Battling with my inner turmoil, I finally turned around.

Only to sigh in relief when I saw it was no one but Yasharth.

– ✦ ʚ ♡ ɞ ✦ –

“Should I drop out of college?” I asked my benchmate, bored in this pointless class. Yasharth stood there leaning against the desk, looking hot. But just because my feelings are stirring again doesn’t mean I’m not terrified of him. He could rip off my skin if he wanted to, and while that doesn’t scare me, the fact that I wouldn’t oppose him and would let him do whatever he wanted is what shakes me to my core.

I could feel his intense gaze on me. He’s been watching me from the very start, and I’m not sure what I did to keep his attention locked on me. My clothes? Definitely not—he himself chose them and instructed me on how to do my makeup to match.

I fluttered my lashes and glanced at him without lifting my head, my eyes fixed on the book in front of me. I wasn’t actually reading it or paying any attention; I was just as pointless as this class—a so-called doubt-clearing session that had turned into a social event for others, and I had no interest in it.

My eyes widened when his gaze shifted beside me. I looked over to find a guy sitting there—the same person I had asked about dropping out of college. This is just so... ew. I stood up, causing him to frown and a smirk to form on his face. “Sir, I—uh, I want to switch seats. Either I’ll change my seat or his. I don’t want to sit here anymore.” Everyone stared at me as if I were a ghost. Even though he was more lenient and allowed some fun, he still hated interruptions in his class.

“Here,” he pointed to the table right in front of him and gestured for the girl sitting there to move. I groaned internally. The bench was empty, but sitting in the front row was never my thing. I hated the stares that came with it.

I grabbed my bag, stomped my foot in frustration, and walked over to the table. I sat down, completely irritated with everything he was doing. This wasn’t supposed to happen like this. My stalker’s eyes were on me. He’s going to kill you, bastard, I mentally cried, lowering my head onto the table. I heard him chuckle. His desk was close, too close, yet just a bit out of reach. From where he was sitting, he could see my legs, and I was tempted to do something stupid, something on my bucket list. But I couldn’t because I was wearing jeans. Haha, lmao.