You slid down into the water, letting it block out the sounds around you. You wish the tub would expand so you could go swimming, like you used to on hot summer Sundays in the woods with your father. Those days were a special treat.
However, now you were alone in a bathroom full of steam which was supposed to make you relax but your mind was restless. Everything about him was a mystery, and even so, no matter how little you knew about him, you felt like you could trust him. There was something about the way he could take control of you in a second, and leave you guessing in the next.
The water was getting cold so you got out and wrapped a fresh towel around yourself. After you were all dried up, you've changed into the silky black nightgown you found earlier folded on your bed.
You exited the bathroom, finding yourself in the calming darkness that embraced the hallway. On your left, there was a closed door. He must be asleep by now, you thought to yourself as you hadn't seen him since he walked away after you got a glimpse of his radiant eyes.
'Goodnight' you whispered while pressing your forehead gently against the door.
'You should be asleep by now. What kept you up, dear?' you heard him say from the inside. Your face went slightly red as you realized he has heard you.
'Undertaker?..' you heard his name leaving your lips.
'(Y/n), I'm sure you are quite tired-' he started but swallowed the rest of it as you opened the door.
He sat on the floor, leaning against the bed with his back in black pants and and a white shirt, surrounded by books.
His long silver hair was tied up in a high ponytail but his eyes were still covered by his fringe.
He looked like a whole different person without the robe and the hat. You haven't in your life seen someone as handsome as him. It should be a crime to cover all that.
He had a calm expression on his face but you could tell he wasn't delighted about you standing there and staring at him.
'You look frightened, child.' he was the first to break the tense silence.
'I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-' you started explaining while taking a step back.
He closed the book in front of him and stood up. As he was walking towards you, you got a better look at him. He was tall, slender and lean. His posture was one of a dancer's, proud but not tense. He walked up to you gracefully, stopping inches from you.
You were eyeing his chest, way too intimidated to look up.
'Tell me, (Y/n). What is it that's been bothering you?' he asked on a low voice.
'You are hiding something, I can tell.' you said, trying to sound as confident as possible but you still couldn't look him in the eye.
There was a moment of silence, you saw his firm chest rise up as he took a deeper breath.
'Of course I am, and what about it? It doesn't concern you, love.' he admitted while lifting one of his hands up to your face. Caressing your cheeks tenderly.
'I-I want it to concern me.' you said while gathering enough courage to look him in the face.
He was smiling, yet his sparkling green eyes felt like sweet poison getting hold of your whole system.
'Silly girl. The deeper you dig the darker it gets.' his long black nails were now touching your lips. His words sunk deep into your skin, paralyzing your thoughts.
'I do not fear the darkness.' you replied.
'Because you do not know darkness, nor are you prepared for it.' he was calm and collected all along, while your palms were sweating as you clenched your fists together.
'If I told you my secrets, you'd never look at me the same.' he said on a deep and honest voice.
'Try me, Undertaker.' was all you said before being pushed against the closest wall. Your silk nightgown slightly slid down at one of your shoulders.
'How should I put it, dear? Life asked Death, Why do people love me but hate you? Death responded, Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth.'
he said on a low, hypnotic voice while arranging back your nightgown.
'and who are you?.. Death?' you asked curiously, your eyes meeting his. You felt his gaze burning you up from head to toe, running through you like wildfire.
'Sometimes perhaps. Not today.' he said while running his elongated fingers through his argentine hair, pushing a piece of his fringe back, revealing a part of his face.
'Goodnight, (Y/n).' he said, leaving you there, jaw dropped.
