Tu es à Moi

Non vampire day? hell no!

I glared at him, but after a moment, I sighed and sat down, though I kept a good distance between us. He began unpacking the basket—fresh sandwiches, fruit, a bottle of wine, even a little dessert. He was being unusually thoughtful, and it was making me uneasy.

"What's the catch?" I asked, eyeing the spread warily.

He raised an eyebrow, that infuriating smirk creeping back onto his lips. "No catch. Just thought we could enjoy a quiet meal without the usual chaos. Besides, I know you've been training hard. You need your energy."

"Is this your idea of a joke? Because it's not funny," I shot back, my tone sharper than I intended.

He chuckled, the sound low and smooth. "You're overthinking it. Just relax. I'm not trying to kidnap you or anything." He poured the wine into two glasses, the deep red liquid catching the light, and my stomach twisted with a mix of hunger and irritation.

I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. "I don't need you to play the noble gentleman. It's not going to work on me."

"Who said anything about being noble?" he replied, taking a sip of wine. "I'm just trying to keep things interesting."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Interesting, huh? You're really something, you know that?"

He held my gaze, his expression shifting slightly, becoming more serious. "I thought you wanted to know me better. This is just part of that."

I shifted uncomfortable. "Know you better? Is that what you call it? Last time I checked, you were all about keeping secrets."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes locked onto mine. "And maybe you should learn that not everything is what it seems. Sometimes, the monsters are not who you think they are."

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words settle in the air between us. The mention of monsters hung heavily, a reminder of the strange world we were both entangled in.

"So, what now?" I asked, trying to divert the conversation. "You're going to charm me with your culinary skills and then disappear into the shadows again?"

He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made my heart race. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll stick around and make your life a little more interesting."

"Is that your plan? To mess with my head?" I shot back, unable to mask my frustration.

He shrugged, unbothered. "If it's working, then why not?"

I reached for a sandwich, suddenly ravenous despite my irritation. I took a big bite, chewing slowly as I contemplated my next words. "You think this is funny, don't you?"

"Not funny, just... entertaining," he said, watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. "Besides, you're not as easy to read as I thought. There's more to you than just anger and frustration."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "And you think you know me?"

"I'm getting there," he replied, the smirk returning to his face. "You just have to let me in."

I paused, contemplating his words. Did I really want to let him in? I had spent so much time building walls around myself, protecting my heart from the chaos of my world.

"Why should I?" I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Because it's better to face the monsters together than alone," he said, his tone serious now. "Trust me, I know a thing or two about that."

His words struck a chord deep within me, and I felt a rush of vulnerability. The truth was, I was tired of fighting alone, tired of pretending that I didn't need anyone.