close to my dialling heart

62🌹in the grip of fear

🎶assume the position, lay back baby, you gon' know when I'm in. Just a little bit of friction, you can see the sweat dripping down from my skin. Girl, i'ma do your body right. Say, you into it all and ain't nothing gon' faze you🎶
                    ~Able Heart~

DOVE 🕊

I stared at myself in the mirror, grappling with the reflection that seemed both familiar and foreign. The fabric of my dress hugged my curves, the daring slit a reminder of the world I had stepped into. Who was I becoming? This life mirrored the one I might have led if my father had been around, but I had been raised by Nana, sheltered from this kind of darkness. It felt wrong to be adorned in such extravagance, the fabric whispering secrets I wasn’t ready to hear.

My gaze dropped to the slit on my dress, and I swallowed hard. Doubt crept in like an unwelcome shadow, taunting me for my hesitation. Maybe I was just unaccustomed to this seductive lifestyle, but Xavier was here—his presence, a promise that I wouldn’t be alone in this chaos. He’d make me feel comfortable and safe, even when everything around us was teetering on the edge of danger.

I stepped out of the bathroom, the clatter of the party echoing from downstairs, but my focus was drawn to the man leaning against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his fingers like a weapon My throat tightened as I realized it was just him and me in the passage, with no choice but to walk past him to get downstairs. I crossed my fingers for luck and continued forward, anxiety swirling in my mind.

Maybe he wouldn’t stop me. Maybe he was too engrossed in his own world to care. But the thoughts lingered, dark and menacing. This was a mafia party, and trust was a luxury I couldn’t afford. I could only trust Xavier.

“Hey,” he called out, his voice slicing through my thoughts. I quickened my pace, trying to ignore him, hoping he’d let me slip by unnoticed.

“Hold up,” he insisted, his hand shooting out to grab my wrist. Instantly, my breath caught in my throat.

“Don’t touch me like that,” I said sharply, yanking my hand in an attempt to free myself from his grip. Panic surged through me, and my heart raced as I stared into his eyes, searching for any sign of malice.

“Why? I mean, you’re beautiful, and you can’t walk around alone dressed like that,” he said, his voice dripping with feigned charm. His hand slid to my shoulder, a touch that felt like ice. “Xavier’s girl...” he leaned in closer, inhaling my scent like a predator savouring his prey. I flinched, every nerve in my body screaming to escape.

“You know Xavier has so many enemies,” he continued, his tone turning darker. “We’ve all seen today who the perfect target is to bring him down.” He brushed my hair aside, his fingers lingering a moment too long.

“You think he’ll go down when you do something to me?” I shot back, surprised at the courage that surged within me. My heart pounded against my ribcage, fueling my defiance.

“Can we try?” he taunted, his hands sliding around my waist with a possessiveness that made my skin crawl.

“Leave me,” I demanded, shoving his hands away with all my strength. I turned to run, adrenaline coursing through my veins, but he yanked me back, gripping the fabric of my dress so tightly I feared it would tear.

“You don’t run like that, sweetheart,” he sneered, his voice low and dangerous, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he revelled in my fear.

He pressed his body against mine, the hard outline of his bulge making my skin crawl. "Don't scream," he warned, his voice low and taunting. "Let’s see how Xavier reacts when he finds out another man has put his cock into all your sweet little holes... fuck... he had to get my type as his lady..." His words were a sickening whisper, full of predatory satisfaction.