Healing chains (rewriting)

Planned unplanned meeting -2

Authors pov

After returning from Russia, Yaroslav slipped into Thea's room under the cover of night. It was one of those rare nights where she would manage more than five hours of sleep. He had broken the window lock with ease, slipping inside like a shadow, and now he stood over her bed, watching her in the pale glow of moonlight that bathed the room in a silver sheen.

He knelt on the bed, careful not to disturb her, and hovered over her sleeping form, his breath catching in his throat as he reached out. His fingers brushed her cheek, tracing the soft curves of her face, and for a moment, his eyes darkened with lust. Her lips, soft and plump, beckoned him, stirring an ache deep within him as he imagined their taste, their feel. Desire gnawed at him, his heart thundering in his chest as he whispered under his breath, "My pretty butterfly."

Thea shifted slightly in her sleep, her eyelids fluttering open. Yaroslav stilled, retreating into the shadows as she glanced around, sensing something but seeing no one. She rose groggily, heading toward the bathroom, unaware of the dark figure standing motionless in the corner of her room, watching her every move. He smirked to himself, leaning against the wall as she disappeared into the bathroom.

"Tomorrow," he whispered, his voice low, the promise lingering in the air before he slipped out the window as silently as he had come.

Later that night, as rain poured down in torrents, Josh returned from work. He saw two cars parked near his house, three figures standing outside, one of them checking under the hood of a car. Pulling up, he stepped out into the downpour, approaching them.

"Everything alright?" Josh asked, his brow furrowing.

The man under the umbrella raised his head, feigning surprise. "Mr. Smith," Yaroslav greeted smoothly. "What are you doing here?"

Josh chuckled awkwardly. "This is my house. What's going on with your car?"

Yaroslav shrugged casually. "No idea. Looks like bad luck."

Josh glanced at the heavy rain. "It's pouring out here. Why don't you come inside while you wait for a mechanic? Could be a while."

Yaroslav smirked inwardly, his plan unfolding just as he wanted. "I wouldn't want to intrude."

"I insist," Josh replied, waving him in. "Come on."

As they entered the house, Thea came rushing to the door, her voice bright and excited. "Papa! You're home!"

Josh smiled warmly, calling back, "Here, sweetheart!" Turning to Yaroslav, he added, "I'm sure you remember my daughter."

Yaroslav's eyes gleamed as he saw Thea. "Thea, of course. We've met before." His voice held an edge, the weight of unsaid thoughts hanging between them.

Thea's cheeks flushed as she saw Yaroslav standing there, his presence somehow larger than life. "Hi," she said, suddenly self-conscious in her short bunny-print pajamas.

Yaroslav's eyes darkened as he took in her appearance, her innocence clashing with the raw, carnal thoughts surging through his mind. The sight of her in those pajamas—adorable, vulnerable, and so fucking tempting—made him clench his fists, his restraint hanging by a thread. "Hey," he said, his voice husky with barely contained desire.

Josh, oblivious to the tension, spoke up. "Princess, Mr. Zolnerowich's car broke down out front. He's going to stay the night. I doubt any mechanics will come out in this weather."

Thea nodded, still flustered. "That's fine! Mom's running late anyway. I'll show you the guest room," she offered, her voice softer than usual.

As she led Yaroslav upstairs, she showed him the room and where the towels were, promising to grab some of her dad's spare clothes for him. He lingered for a moment, his gaze following her as she moved.

"Hope I'm not intruding," Yaroslav said, his voice smooth, as if trying to break the tension but only thickening it.

"Not at all," Thea smiled, trying to keep the atmosphere light, unaware of the intense effect she had on him. "Make yourself comfortable."

That smile hit him harder than any bullet, his heart pounding in response. She was completely unaware of how deeply she had sunk into his thoughts, how much he craved her, wanted to freeze this moment and make her his in every way.

Later, they sat down for dinner. Conversation was light, mostly Josh and Yaroslav talking business, but Thea chimed in here and there. Every time she spoke, Yaroslav's gaze lingered on her, the unspoken tension between them growing thicker with each passing second.

After dinner, Thea excused herself to wash her hands. Yaroslav followed, his eyes trained on her like a predator watching its prey. As she stood at the sink, he stepped behind her, his presence overwhelming, his hands moving to wash beside hers. His arm brushed against her side, and he felt the tremor run through her.

Thea's breath hitched, a blush rising to her cheeks, but there was no fear—only a confusing, fluttering feeling. She could sense the heat rolling off him, feel the pull between them that she didn't fully understand. Yaroslav leaned in slightly, his lips close to her ear, his voice low and gravelly.
"Черт возьми, ты сведешь меня с ума"
(God you are driving me crazzy)

She blinked, too flustered to notice what he had whispered, and quickly moved away, offering him a shy smile before leaving the kitchen. Yaroslav stood there for a moment, l fists clenched as he battled the urge to drag her back, to kiss her senseless, to take her upstairs and claim her until she knew nothing but him. He shook his head, trying to clear the vivid, explicit images from his mind.

Later, Josh showed Yaroslav to the guest room. It was right across from the master bedroom and, more importantly, next to Thea's.

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