Amidst the glittering stars and the dark secrets of high society, Aurora and Damon find themselves intertwined by an unpredictable destiny. In the heat of passion and jealousy, their souls are drawn into a game of power and desire, where past and pr...
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It was a cold, gray morning in New York.
Central Park stretched out before us, a vast green space wrapped in a light mist. The cloudy sky seemed to mirror my mood—a mix of unease and possessiveness that I struggled to control.
Walking beside Aurora, I couldn't tear my gaze away from her. Every movement, every laugh, every gesture felt mesmerizing, and I was intensely aware of her nearness.
Instinctively, I moved closer. I didn't want her to pull away, not even for a second. I reached out and, without hesitation, took her hand. The touch was gentle, but my grip was firm. Aurora looked at me and smiled innocently, as she always did. She didn't see anything strange about this. To her, we were close friends who had been apart for too long. But to me, it meant so much more.
I watched how the wind softly stirred some strands of her auburn hair around her face, creating an ethereal effect that only emphasized her beauty. Aurora was wearing a light winter coat and dark jeans, a simple outfit, yet one that subtly enhanced her figure.
With every step we took, my mind couldn't help but focus on the little things. The gentle curves of her body, the way the coat fit her perfectly, revealing traits I knew well but still fascinated me.
I studied her in an almost obsessive way, noting how she moved her hands when she spoke, how the light reflected off her skin, and the brightness her green eyes gained when she smiled.
Aurora was talking animatedly with Dominique and Bernard about some trivial detail in the park, but I was entirely oblivious to their words. The mere fact of being close to her, feeling her hand intertwined with mine, was all I could process. The sensation of her soft skin against mine, the warmth emanating from her, was something I couldn't ignore. I wanted to absorb every detail, memorize every feeling.
My possessiveness was at its peak, and I was acutely aware of each time my fingers pressed into her skin, as if trying to leave some mark, even unconsciously.
We approached a bench in the park, and I helped her sit down, staying close by. The way she settled in, her graceful, fluid movements, were captivating. I sat next to her, still holding her hand firmly. The closeness was almost palpable, and I tried to maintain a neutral expression, despite the growing tension in my body.
"You're so quiet today," Aurora said, leaning slightly toward me, her gaze curious. The lightness in her voice contrasted with the intensity I felt. "I mean, you usually are, but today it's even more so."
"Just observing," I replied, trying to keep my tone casual despite the internal storm. "You seem... happy here."
She smiled, an open and genuine smile that seemed to light up everything around us. "Yes, it's great to be back. It feels like I'm reconnecting with a part of myself that's been missing."
As she spoke, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her lips, from the way the words flowed out with an effortless grace that only deepened my fascination. Every move she made was like a slow, hypnotic dance, and I was completely absorbed.
