Short Stories

Cryptic

Bound by the stories of my past.

Beaten by the control of my present.

Baffled by the remnants of my future.

Left isolated to choose between right and wrong my eyes glue to the one trace that drips with hope. Hope. Guarded with an impenetrable power that wouldn't spare a second glance at the silent exterior that howls for a glimpse from within.

A glimpse enough to snatch a breath away, no less than a word but worth more than hope.

Or so the rumours say.

As if luck itself is permitted by the eyes no more different than that of an average human, eyes that spark with a crystal twilight when intrigued and instantly transform to the navy night as if to camouflage the beast he is said to be.

The beast capable of ripping out the soul, the beast that's hidden by the angel he often portrays, the beast that remains unknown despite the adoration placed upon him.

How typical of me to position myself with the others who too wish for the same gift; more of a donation than gift.

How cheap of me to stoop to such a level of need when I despise his authority, his lack of care, his damn beauty.

How foolish of me to collapse into his powerful trap.

I won't let him overtake me. I won't bruise myself with desire. I won't envy the one next to me who is awarded the one thing we all crave.

My insides churn at his proximity, burning from resentment as his smile gleams with a dominance I refuse to fall under. Unlike the girl beside me who bows at one brisk of a glance, trapped by the immaculate piece of perfection.

I keep my gaze low and coerce his radiating heat to kiss my skin before radiating some of my own flaws to solidify the sensual wonder of it. Hissing at the barrier it creates between us both and the smoke that clouds my imagination, but fuels me all the more as my skin prickles and sizzles with joy from the match that challenges my hostility.

The gasp that touches my ear is what hurtles me off my balance, still concentrating on my wonderful flaw to fix on the navy crystals that seizes and clenches my insides, his heat mingling with my chill to form the barrier we withhold from crumbling down. My throat is clogged with stones that choke me from his menacing glare, a glare that sets my blood on fire and lines my lips with an unwilling smile.

A smile that drives a growl from the beast and to shatter the glass we'd structured and explode into threatening shards of ice that rains within our distance. A control of both of our minds to prevent hurting anyone else.

I should be afraid; frightened. But my glare holds his gaze without a care, infuriating him all the more before my surroundings become a blur, a haze that breaks me out of his unlockable gaze.

My blood gushes with a surge of warmth, melting the molecules of frozen ice to boiling liquid. My body clenches from the sudden dominance over my body. A dominance I should not enjoy as my skin tightens. Tightening to withhold the pleasure that circulates the heat of my blood.

It's a pleasure that can push me to my knees, blinded by the lust filled torment.

But I can't let him get his way.

No. I won't fall to my knees and permit such a thing.

Just as quickly as I am distracted I return back to my fatal flaw that is now my shield from the flawless demon before me.

"I must say, you are certainly a challenge. But not good enough," his low and menacing tone draws tingles to flutter up my spine.

Little did I know that he was only being merciful from his navy eyes to deepen into a black shadow that ties my wrists and leaves me vulnerable to his raking over my body. I feel exposed despite the thin material that protects me.