[SHORT STORY]
I stormed outside and he followed me. I stopped after reaching near my car and turned back to look at him.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing." I yelled at him but there was no answer but an intense glare. I turned back and mas...
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LAVANYA
I could barely breathe. My heart raced so fast I thought it might leap out of my chest, but I couldn't move.
Frozen in place, I stared at him, Ekaksh, standing there like he owned every inch of space around me. He was calm, too calm, as if nothing in this world could touch him.
And I... I was paralyzed. The sound of his voice had trapped me in some invisible cage, and every step he took towards me tightened its bars.
The cold steel of the gun slid over my skin, an icy touch that sent shivers down my spine. My body trembled, but not just from fear.
There was something deeper, something I hated myself for feeling. I should've screamed, shoved him away, anything— but I didn't. I couldn't.
"I asked you a question, princess," his voice was low, a slow, deliberate tease. "You never answered. Why don't you ever listen?"
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, trying to find my voice. "Ekaksh, this is... wrong." My voice was a whisper, too weak to carry any real defiance.
He smirked again, his dark eyes glinting with satisfaction at my obvious fear. "Wrong?" He leaned in, his lips brushing dangerously close to my ear. "What's wrong is you thinking you can just ignore me, sweetheart."
The gun traveled lower, grazing the side of my thigh, its weight heavy and terrifying. But it wasn't just the gun that had my skin prickling with heat— it was him.
His nearness, the roughness in his voice, the way he controlled the air in the room. It was intoxicating. I hated that it was intoxicating.
"Don't... do this," I whispered, trying to sound strong, but my voice wavered, betraying me.
Ekaksh tilted his head, his fingers grazing my cheek, featherlight but commanding. "Do what, princess? You're the one who made me come tonight." His smile was dark, a dangerous mix of amusement and power.
My eyes snapped to his, wide and disbelieving. "I never—"
He cut me off, his fingers pressing against my lips, silencing me. "Don't lie." His thumb traced the outline of my mouth, slow and deliberate. "You wanted this. The fear. The rush. You're trembling for me right now."
I tried to shake my head, deny everything, but my body refused to listen. My pulse raced, and I could feel the heat rising between us, an unbearable tension thick in the air.
His words were like poison, seeping into my mind, twisting my thoughts until I couldn't tell where the fear ended and something else began.
"I can feel it, princess," he whispered against my skin, his lips brushing my neck, sending a shudder through me. "You're mine. Whether you admit it or not."
Before I could respond, his hand moved swiftly to the back of my neck, pulling me closer until our breaths mingled. His lips hovered over mine, just out of reach, and my heart slammed into my chest.
