𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

Dragon

ELI

Obsessively watching the same footage for the fortieth time didn't drop any clue on my lap other than the tidbit I managed to notice. The stranger has a tattoo from the back of his body till his arm. I noticed the dragon head and spikes peeking near the collar and at the middle of his arm covered with his long sleeve t-shirt. 

After returning to the mansion from Ava's place, I have been checking last night's club footage to identify the stranger. The club's dark aesthetic mixed with lightning in the dance floor is making it difficult to focus on people's movements.

The stranger has managed to move in shadows or in darker areas blocking his face from camera. He is speaking to Ava, his face facing the other side. She doesn't appear to be entertaining him as she keeps on dancing.

He turns the other side when Remi approaches her trying to drag her away. She proceeds to dance stepping away from my cousin's hold. Few minutes pass, then I watch the stranger walk away without turning back.

This is the part where I'm stuck watching for the last two hours. What made him leave abruptly? No, he didn't leave suddenly. He leaves exactly just a minute before I find Ava.

Just when I am about to give up, I see him raising his hand to hold the hair at his nape and then he leaves. I replay the same part for another ten times before I see the damn earpiece he is wearing. So, someone was alerting him of my presence making him leave.

Interesting.

Things will be much easier if only Ava could remember what that fucker was telling her. She doesn't remember anything after the damn tequila shots. Not even those texts she sent me.

I let my eyes close thinking about how she looked close to tears this morning. It was either I yell at her or snap her pretty neck, so naturally I chose the former.

The ride from my mansion to the pub took ten minutes, but those ten minutes felt like an hour. She has no idea how tensed I was. Nobody should hold that kind of power over me, but somehow, she has gained upper hand in our game.

My mind drifts to the day when she bulldozed her way into my life, forcing me into noticing her.

The university gates are flooded with more students and vehicles as first year undergrads joined two weeks back. As if I needed to be surrounded by any more annoying humans.

I sigh knowing I have one more year to complete my studies. Till that I need to put up with mass of students roaming around like headless chickens. Worst part is the girls who fawn over hoping for a one night stand or worse relationship.

Sex feels better when it comes with no strings attached. No complications. I don't sleep with the same girl more than twice to avoid putting wrong ideas in their head.

Speaking of sex, I need to fuck someone before I punch some poor soul for breathing wrong. I haven't participated in any race for almost a month now and it is fucking with my head.

If I need to escape the void, either I need to race or fuck someone into oblivion. Since the former option is out of reach, I need to go with the latter.

Finding a willing partner is not difficult, but here is the catch, I never had to approach anyone for sex. It was always the other way around. I have no interest in changing the methods now.