The Fallen Angel

65." The Fire Beneath His Skin"

**Isabelle's POV**

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The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Everything was quiet, peaceful—just the two of us in our little bubble, as it often was. Ero had been distant lately, his mood shifting like the wind, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Tonight, though, he was here, and I was desperate to hold onto the normalcy for as long as I could.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on me in a way that sent a strange shiver down my spine. There was a tenderness in his gaze, but beneath it, something darker simmered—something I couldn’t quite place. I sat next to him, resting my hand on his, hoping that my touch would bring him back to me, to the Ero I knew.

But instead, he pulled me closer, his hand slipping around my waist with an intensity that felt both loving and… wrong. His fingers grazed my skin, but there was a heat there, a burning that made me wince slightly, though I didn’t pull away. I didn’t want to. Not yet.

His lips found mine, and at first, it was gentle, familiar. His kiss was soft, warm, the kind that usually made me feel safe. But tonight, there was something different in it. The softness gave way to urgency, and then to something wilder, more primal. His grip on my waist tightened, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me even closer, his mouth moving with a hunger that sent a rush of heat through my body—but not the kind of heat I wanted.

"Ero…" I whispered between kisses, trying to catch my breath, my voice barely audible over the sound of his breathing. But he didn’t hear me, or maybe he chose not to. He kept kissing me, harder now, his lips trailing down my neck, each kiss leaving a burning trail in its wake.

My pulse quickened as I felt the heat of his hands spread across my skin. It wasn’t just warmth—it was *fire*. His fingers were scorching, searing into me, and I gasped in pain as he held me tighter. “Ero, stop…” I said, louder this time, but my voice was drowned out by the sound of the wind outside, which had picked up suddenly, rattling the windows.

His kisses grew more feverish, his mouth pressing against my throat, his breath hot and suffocating. My chest tightened, and it felt like the air was being sucked out of my lungs. I tried to push him away, but his grip was too strong, too desperate. “Stop!” I cried out again, my hands pressing against his chest, but he didn’t budge.

That’s when I felt it—something *shifted* beneath his skin. His form wasn’t right, wasn’t human. His body began to tremble, and the heat that radiated from him was almost unbearable. His skin darkened, his once tender touch turning into something monstrous. I could feel it in the way his hands moved over me, possessive and unyielding.

I looked up, my breath catching in my throat as I saw the faint outline of something… *inhuman*. His features seemed to shift, his eyes darkening, glowing faintly with an otherworldly fire. His once-beautiful face was contorting into something terrifying, something demonic. The demon in him, the one I knew lurked deep beneath the surface, was slowly creeping out, revealing itself with each passing second.

My heart pounded in my chest as I whispered, barely able to speak, “Ero… please…” But the words barely left my lips before his hands moved lower, gripping my waist tighter. The heat intensified, burning into my skin, and I cried out in pain, squirming beneath his touch. The wind outside howled, and the room felt like it was closing in on me, the air growing colder and heavier, suffocating me.

I turned my head, gasping for air, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. The *guidant angel*.

He stood in the shadows, his once serene face now twisted into a smirk, his eyes cold and full of malice. His wings, once pure and white, flickered with a strange darkness, like shadows creeping into the light. He watched us with an amused expression, his lips curled into a cruel smile, as if he was reveling in the chaos unfolding before him.

“Guardian Angel…” I breathed, my voice shaking with fear and anger. This—*this* was his doing. I could feel it, the way the energy in the room had shifted, the way Ero had lost control. He had manipulated him, pushed him to this breaking point.

Ero’s hands were burning me, searing into my skin as his lips continued to move down my neck, his kisses now painful, suffocating. I tried to push him away again, my breaths coming in shallow gasps, but he was lost, too far gone in whatever hold he had over him.

I glanced back at him, my eyes pleading, but he only grinned wider, his wings twitching slightly as if in response to my desperation. He enjoyed this—watching me suffer, watching Ero lose control. The pure jealousy in his gaze was unmistakable, but it wasn’t the jealousy of a friend or a rival. It was something darker, more possessive.

“Ero, please…” I begged again, my voice barely a whisper. My skin was on fire, his touch unbearable, and I felt like I was drowning beneath the weight of his kiss, the weight of his presence.

But as I looked back at the guardian Angel, his smirk deepened, and I realized—this was only the beginning. This storm between them, between Ero and him, wasn’t going to end. It was only going to get worse, and I was caught in the middle, helpless to stop it.