Coffee and Cream

A Wicked Love

    DARCELLE

I never thought I'd fall for someone like Emrys. Hell, I never thought I'd fall for anyone. Love was something other people talked about, something that sounded foreign—like a language I could never understand. But here I was, wrapped up in this twisted, intoxicating thing with him.

We were sprawled out on his living room floor, our bodies still coming down from the high of our latest kill. Blood was drying on my skin, but I didn't care. Emrys' hand was in mine, and the world outside of us didn't matter. Nothing mattered except him and me.

"I didn't mean for this to happen," I said quietly, staring at the ceiling. "I never meant to fall in love with you."

Emrys turned his head to look at me, his dark eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Me neither," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Love was never part of the plan, was it?"

I laughed softly, shaking my head. "Nope. Definitely not."

And yet, here we were. They were bound to each other in a way that was both beautiful and terrifying. Our love had become our salvation and our undoing. We were each other's escape from the world, but we were also each other's downfall.

He sat up suddenly, pulling me with him. His fingers traced the curve of my jaw, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. There was something in his eyes—something darker, deeper than I'd ever seen before.

"Marry me," he said, his voice low but intense.

I blink, trying to process his words. "What?"

"Marry me, Darcelle," he repeated, pulling a small box from his pocket. When he opened it, I gasped. Inside was a crimson diamond ring, glinting under the low lights. It was the most beautiful—and terrifying—thing I'd ever seen.

"Emrys..." I whispered, completely shocked. "Are you serious?"

"As serious as I've ever been," he said, his voice filled with a passion that sent shivers down my spine. "I want you to be mine. Completely, forever."

I stared at the ring, my heart racing. This was the last thing I ever expected from someone like Emrys. Marriage? Commitment? It didn't fit the image of him I had in my head. But then again, nothing about our relationship had ever been conventional.

I looked into his eyes, entranced by the intensity of his gaze. My breath hitched as he took my hand and slipped the ring onto my finger. The cold metal sent a chill up my arm, but it was quickly replaced by a warmth that spread through my entire body.

"Yes," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'll marry you."

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face, and he pulled me into a kiss. His lips were soft but demanding, and I melted into him, lost in the intensity of the moment. This was my life now—dark, dangerous, and undeniably beautiful.

Later that night, Emrys took me on one last violent escapade. He wanted to show me the full extent of his cruelty, as if testing my loyalty, seeing how far I was willing to go with him. We stalked our prey through the streets, shadows blending with shadows until the moment came to strike.

I watched, heart pounding, as Emrys cornered the man—a dealer who had crossed him one too many times. There was no hesitation, no remorse in his actions. He moved like a predator, swift and deadly, the blade in his hand slicing through flesh like it was nothing. Blood sprayed, and I felt a sick thrill in my chest, a strange mix of terror and exhilaration.

As much as the violence scared me, it also fascinated me. I was in love with the monster he was, as terrifying as that realization was.

When it was over, we stood there for a moment, both of us covered in blood. Emrys wiped the knife on the man's jacket and turned to me, his eyes wild and shining with adrenaline.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice calm, almost casual, as if we hadn't just ended a life.

I nodded, my heart still racing. "Yeah. I'm good."

He smirked, and for a moment, I saw the boyish charm behind the darkness. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up."

We headed back to his place, where we stripped off our bloodied clothes and stepped into the shower together. The water ran red as it washed the evidence of our crime down the drain, and I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of peace. This was our life now—bloody, violent, but ours.

After freshening up, we decided to hit up a burger joint. It felt absurd—going from murder to milkshakes—but that was us. We existed in a space where nothing made sense and everything made sense at the same time.

We sat in the booth, smiling like maniacs as we devoured our burgers and fries. Emrys dipped his fries into his milkshake, grinning at me like a kid. I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in days.

"I can't believe you proposed to me," I said, taking a sip of my milkshake. "I never thought I'd see the day."

He chuckled, licking a bit of ketchup off his thumb. "Neither did I. But with you, Darcelle... nothing's impossible."

We sat there, just the two of us, lost in our own world. It was crazy, it was dangerous, but it was us. We were bound together by something darker, something more powerful than love alone. And no matter what came next, I knew I was ready for it.