Serpentine Desires

The prey

To escape the flame, you must first dare to dance with it. And I didn't know if I had the strength to let it burn away my sins or if I'd simply become one with the darkness it left behind.

His eyes were cold and that cold burned me.

My legs trembled, and so did my hands, as I shielded my body, fully expecting him to pin me down. But he didn't. Another blow to my senses. It was as if I were staring at a stranger—a man I barely recognized.

"Ju..." His name withered on my tongue dissolving into the silence as he pushed himself off me. Strangely, the warmth he'd left behind vanished, replaced by goosebumps that prickled across my skin. I stared at him in utter disbelief, my mind racing. What had happened? What had I done?

He wasn't the kind of beast to simply walk away. He lived to devour, to consume, to break apart his prey bit by bit. The thought alone made my stomach clench. Yet, as he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him, the heavy thud echoed through me, drawing my gaze to the undeniable, painful bulge of his arousal. It was then that the truth settled over me like a chill: I was now trapped with someone entirely different—not the man who loved tormenting me, but something far more dangerous.

I couldn't move.

His absence weighed more heavily than his presence, leaving a chill that burrowed into my bones.

I hugged my knees to my chest, trying to piece together what had just happened. A part of me wanted to chase after him, to demand answers, but another part held back, too stunned to face the truth of it.

Was this how it felt to hold the fire and watch it flicker out before it burned?

His gaze had seared me, yet now, left in the void, I felt colder than I'd ever been before.

It was strange—he was the one who'd stormed out, and yet, I felt abandoned. Forsaken by the very storm that had once threatened to drown me.

He meant those words.

He meant it when he said he wouldn't touch me.

He hadn't taken what he came for. Or perhaps he had. Maybe my fear, my hesitation, had quenched something in him, leaving only embers of the man I thought I knew. I'd believed he would always be insatiable, a dark wave, endlessly relentless. But tonight, he'd left me in a sea of questions, one swelling larger, swallowing me whole.

How could one moment shift everything? A cold laugh threatened to escape my lips, but I pressed it back, afraid it would shatter whatever was left. The truth simmered just beneath the surface, bitter and undeniable: I was trapped in the quiet aftermath of a storm. And he, the man I thought would devour me, had chosen restraint instead.

And the freaking fact that he almost took a bullet for me.

Fuck!

Did he hate me now? Despise the part of me that had faltered, that had held back when all he wanted was to conquer? Or was it the first, hesitant no I'd dared to whisper? Had he wanted a hunt, only to find his prey unworthy?

I shivered, clutching the sheets tighter, feeling that emptiness settling in. He wasn't the kind to walk away—not like this.

A part of me wanted to run after him, throw myself into that fire one more time, even if it meant being burned. But tonight, the embers had dimmed, and I was left with the ashes, with the haunting knowledge that maybe, just maybe, I'd lost him already.

And I was glad. Yes, I truly was.

I lay there on the cold bed, not bothering to cover myself, letting the chill seep in and settle deep in my bones. The numbness was a strange comfort and it strangely grounded me in reality—the harsh reminder that I was alone, stripped bare in every sense. He had taken everything from me. My family, my friends, my life.

He'd torn it all apart, piece by piece, until I was left with this hollow shell.

My childhood... the warmth of my father... even Alina, all of it shattered and scattered like broken glass. I wanted to reach through the haze, to touch them, to feel something real. But all that remained, all that tethered me to this place, was him. Judas.

The one who had ruined me and the one who still held me together, bound in chains I could neither break nor bear.

Why was it so hard to hate him? I should have loathed him with every fibre of my being, but somehow, hating myself felt easier. Pathetic, desperate... a fool. That's what I was. A fool for letting him carve out a piece of my soul and fill it with his poison.

He saved me—just to destroy me himself?

He had killed Ivan, torn apart anyone who dared come close to me, even if it meant pushing me into this prison he'd made. And yet, as I lay there, furious and broken, I couldn't bring myself to hate him entirely. Damn him. Damn, every promise he'd whispered, every touch that had felt like salvation and ruin in equal measure. And damn me, too, for wanting more of him, even as I knew he'd bleed me dry.

A slow, reluctant calm began to seep in as exhaustion dragged me down, my thoughts slipping into a restless, fractured haze. The fire was gone, replaced with this heavy quiet.

My heart wished to make him my sorrow, but he became the shadow of my very existence.

He who kept destroying me stayed within my restlessness; and I, though erased, lived only in his darkness.

Thoughts slipped further away as sleep crept in, my mind sinking into dreams laced with regret and longing, with shadows of him that wouldn't let me go. Even in the dark, in the cold silence, he was there, lingering. And I, still caught, unable to flee from the chains that bound me to him, slowly faded into sleep.

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I know it was short, cause it was meant to be. The book is almost 10 chapters ahead on Hinove, Eratu and Alphanovel.