Shadow Desires

Chapter 13

I was at the training center, where I performed my training. I moved effortlessly since I learned combat moves from my previous training. I moved swiftly and agile with a long stick gripped tightly in my hand, I thrust the stick in the open air and swung it steadily as if I'm in a duel.

After that, I went to the gym locker to get changed. In the locker room, I bumped into Kylo Ren. There was no one else there, and he was shirtless. I wanted to turn back, but it was too late—our eyes met.

"Are you following me?" he asked, his tone laced with suspicion, but there was a hint of something else there—curiosity, perhaps.

My breath caught, and I tried to keep my composure.

"No," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I was just—getting changed."

Kylo took a step forward, his dark eyes fixed on mine, the air between us thick with tension.

I could see his brown eyes and his black hair like the ocean wave just slightly above his shoulder. His presence was both overwhelming and mesmerizing, and I felt my pulse quicken as he moved closer, the space between us shrinking.

"You seem to have a habit of showing up where you shouldn't," he said, his voice low, almost teasing, but with an edge that made my heart pound.

I backed up slightly, but the lockers were right behind me, leaving me nowhere to go.

"It's just a coincidence," I managed, though I could even hear the tremor in my voice.

He smirked, the expression both intimidating and oddly compelling.

"Coincidence?" He moved closer, his bare chest almost brushing against me, his presence enveloping me in that same mix of danger and magnetism.

"I don't believe in coincidences."

His hand came up, and he placed it against the locker beside my head, caging me in. His face was so close that I could feel his breath against my skin.

"You're curious about me, aren't you?" he asked, his voice a dark whisper, his gaze intense and searching.

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, though the way my body reacted to his proximity betrayed me.

Kylo's eyes seemed to darken, his lips curving into a faint smile.

"Liar," he murmured, the word a mixture of accusation and something almost like amusement.

His free hand moved, brushing lightly against my arm, and I felt a shiver run through me at the contact.

"Why do you keep doing this?" I asked, my voice barely audible, a mixture of frustration and something I didn't want to name.

The intensity of his gaze, the way his presence seemed to fill every inch of space around me—it was overwhelming, and yet I couldn't bring myself to pull away.

"Because I can," he said simply, his voice smooth, almost a purr. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had disappeared, leaving only the two of us, suspended in that charged moment.

Then, just as suddenly as he had moved in, he stepped back, leaving me breathless, my heart racing.

He grabbed his clothes from a nearby bench, his expression unreadable once more. "Be careful where you wander," he said, his tone carrying both a warning and something else—something that made my stomach twist with a mix of fear and longing.

Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, my back still pressed against the cold metal of the lockers, my mind spinning. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but the feeling he left behind lingered—an electrifying mix of fear, curiosity, and an undeniable attraction that both terrified and thrilled me.