Fantasy (request smut/fluff Book)

Hellbound Lovers Pt. 1 (BxB)

You lay in your bed in the middle of the night, hot and lethargic and depressed. You couldn't help but think about what causes your heart to shred and fall apart.

It had been a year since you last saw him.

Tears dripped from your eyes and you ran your fingers through your damp blonde hair.

Since he died.

Your poor heart ached for him. For your love, Sylas.

He was a beautiful man, tall and muscular, but he wasnt bulky. No. He was cleanly muscled, lean and natural. His skin was paled ivory that shadowed his every feature perfectly. His perfectly calloused hands were large and gentle.

Then there was his face.

His beautiful face.

He had an angular jaw that was covered in a shadow surrounding his cleanly cut, dark colored goatee. High cheekbones supported a set of the most piercing, beautiful blue eyes.

And his hair. God his hair.

He had a thick, sexy mane of black-brown hair that fell just right when someone ran their fingers through it.

But he was also the most sweet, most considerate person you had ever met. The most loving and kind. And damn was he sexy.

You never thought he would choose you. He always appeared to be straight in highschoolers, but after he asked you outbox you felt like the luckiest person in the world.

But he was gone.

Some goddamn drunk driver crushed right into him on the interstate. He ended up in the hospital with internal bleeding and full body organ system failure.

He died right in front of you.

In your arms.

Tears slid from your closed lids and you could no longer hold back a sob.

"God, Sylas, I miss you. I miss you so fucking much."

Your body quivered with he sorrow as you cried, the taste of salt on your lips.

"You don't have to," said a deep voice from across the room.

The sound made u jump and you almost screamed. A shadowed figured stood in the doorway of your room.

Looking at the clock, you see its only 2 in the morning.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The figure chuckled.

"Dont you recognize me baby? Dont you remember me, Deacon?"

You blink a few times trying to adjust to the light, and realize you DO recognize the voice.

And it hit you hard.

"No. Its not possible."

Sylas walked in from the shadows with his usual crooked grin plastered to his face.

"Hey baby."

You couldn't help yourself. You stood and took a closer look.

His hair had grown in length, down to his back, but still had its volume and waves. Your trembling fingers traced a scar over his right eye, in which the color was paled indicating blindness.

Sylas stood still as those same fingers ran over the crisscrossed scars over his chest and the shadow dragon tattoo dominating his right side.

Finally, you looked to meet his gazebos crying.

"But your dead."

He smiled and revealed a pair of small fangs, making you realize the red tint of his skin and the slits in his eyes.

Backing away, you ask, "What are you?"

"Deacon, its still me....
Yes I died but here I am. Its ok..."

He reached for you and you backed up again.

"What ARE YOU?!?"

He sighed.

"Im a hellhound."