Bed
He carried her up the stairs, his grip firm yet almost tender, as if she were something precious. The weight of the moment pressed heavily on her, confusion and desire warring within. As they passed the mirror in the hallway, her gaze flickered to the reflection. The sight stopped her breath.
The creature—the man—the it—the one who had manipulated her, unraveled her mind, and made her question reality—was the same being who now ignited something deep within her. The high she felt in his presence clashed violently with the realization of what he truly was. The truth hit like a blow to her chest, sharp and inescapable.
She pushed against him, her hands bracing against his shoulders in a desperate attempt to free herself. "Let me go," she gasped, panic threading her voice.
He paused, his grip steady but unyielding, and tilted her chin to force her to meet his gaze. "What do you want from this?" he asked, his voice low and filled with a strange curiosity.
Her thoughts spun. "What does that mean?" she shot back, her voice trembling with both defiance and confusion.
"It means," he said slowly, like he was speaking to a child, "what did you think would happen when you charged at me, kissing me, clinging to me like you couldn't breathe without me?"
Heat rushed to her cheeks. She turned her head, trying to avoid the weight of his gaze. "I didn't mean to... and you're a... well, not human... doing things that, well... a human shouldn't be doing." Her voice faltered, her words tumbling over each other as embarrassment consumed her.
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. Without a word, he carried her into the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. He leaned over her, his presence filling the space between them, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something deeper.
"I'm still the same person you met," he said softly. "I just have... a different form."
She stared at him, her mind reeling but her body still, caught between terror and something she didn't dare name. She searched his face, trying to reconcile the man she thought she knew with the being before her.
He didn't press her. Instead, he lay down beside her, his movements deliberate and calm, as if to show her he wasn't a threat—at least not right now. His voice softened further as he murmured, "If you want to do more, all you have to do is ask."
Her breath hitched. The flush on her cheeks deepened as she considered his words. Wasn't this what he wanted? What she had, in some twisted way, been drawn to?
But the weight of everything—the house, the mark, the black liquid, him—was too much. She turned toward him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can we stay like this? I feel like... like being with you like this will give me time to think. To figure out what to do next."
For the first time, she felt his gaze soften, the intensity ebbing ever so slightly. He didn't push, didn't mock her hesitation. Instead, he nodded, settling beside her, his presence as heavy as the air in the room.
And as they lay there, side by side, the room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for whatever was to come next.
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Veil of Shadows
Paranormal--The world fell into darkness as she called to it, her voice swallowed by shadows before her words even reached her lips. She fell, hands dragging her downward, as if they would finally end the desire, she felt for the creature that had tormented h...
