Truly Yours (TomxLilith)

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Third POV:

Lilith continued staring at him. His eyes, dark and unblinking, fixed on her with an almost predatory interest. And then, his lips curled into a smile—a slow, twisted thing that stretched cruelly across his face. It wasn't a smile of kindness or curiosity, but of something darker, far more dangerous. His teeth were sharp, his gaze even sharper.

"Who are you?" His voice was soft, but it carried the weight of something terrifying. It was the kind of voice that made the world seem quieter, as if even the wind held its breath.

Lilith's throat tightened as she took a cautious step back. This man—creature—whatever he was, he seemed to bleed darkness itself. His eyes never left hers as he waited for her answer, the silence between them thickening.

Then, his lips parted again, that cruel smile never wavering. "And what are you doing at my house?"

Her eyes widen a bit, his house? She slowly rose to her feet, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I'm... waiting for someone," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, the words caught between fear and defiance. She didn't know if she was speaking to him or to herself.

"Who are you waiting for?" he asked again, the words almost playful, as if toying with her uncertainty.

Lilith's stomach twisted. She glanced toward the mansion's looming gates, the weight of his presence pressing down on her. Mattheo. She wanted to say his name, to answer him, but something held her back. Whoever this man was, it was clear he did not want her here. And if he knew Mattheo had brought her, that could put him in danger.

Her voice trembled, but she forced herself to speak, raising her chin slightly in defiance. "Who... who are you?"

The man studied her for a moment. And then, as if her question meant nothing at all, he simply chuckled, the sound echoing, before the silence swallowed everything.

"You don't need to know my name." His tone was oddly calm. "Are you waiting for Mattheo?"

Lilith froze. How did he know? Then nodded slowly. "Yes," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

He tilted his head, the smile on his face stretching wider, one of mocking. "How rude of my son to leave his guest out here... all alone," he said, his words dragging, each syllable dripping with a cold amusement.

Lilith's heart stopped. His son?

Her eyes widened in shock, her thoughts scrambling as the reality of what he had said settled in. Mattheo's father? The man standing before her? It couldn't be—could it? The very thought sent a wave of dread through her. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words failed her.

"Shall we go inside?" he asked, his voice almost too inviting. His eyes never left her, as if watching for the slightest shift in her demeanor.

Lilith's pulse quickened, but she held her ground, forcing herself to stand taller. There was something about this man—something that screamed danger, and now she knew for certain that he wasn't to be trusted.

She shook her head, her voice steady, though her mind raced. "I'm alright here, thank you."

Her heart was pounding, but the fear that had been threatening to overtake her began to settle into something sharper, more focused. She wasn't going to let this man—this thing—intimidate her. She needed to be alert, to be on guard, and above all, to stay in control.

His smile faltered just slightly, but there was no anger in his eyes—just a kind of cruel amusement, as if he enjoyed her resistance. "Please, I insist."