Exitium

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"Are you sure this is safe?" Aiyana asked him as soon as she was sitted in his private jet. She had asked him a countless of times if the flight is going to be safe and despite assuring her that everything would be fine she was still skeptic about flying. Turns out his love was afraid of heights.

"Don't worry love. Everything will be fine. I trust the crew with our lives, they're the best at this. Now please relax, you're stressing yourself out." He comforted, holding her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. He was sitted across her. She let out a sigh and a shy smile.

"I'm sorry. It's just I've never been on a plane before and I'm deadly scared of heights."

"You're safe with me love. I won't let anything happen to you." She gave him a grateful smile.

Aiyana slept throughout the flight. He was contented, he could stare at her without her being creeped out.

By the time he could already see the landscapes Paris could offer, his little love was still asleep. He smiled adoringly at her sleeping form. He had put her to bed inside his private cabin.

"Love?" He called when his captain spoke about landing successfully. He didn't wish to disturb her sleep, in fact he could carry her to the hotel but he knew she would rather be awake and see Paris than be asleep in his arms. When she didn't respond, he moved and sit on the bed while shaking her arms gently. "Love? We're here." She turned but her eyes were still closed. He caressed her soft cheeks and he was tempted to kiss her but he held himself back. He leaned in, his face too close, "Baby, we've landed." Her eyes slowly opened. She rubbed her eyes with her fists to get rid of the sleepiness. She looked at him then and then slowly, almost lazily, she gave him a smile. A heartbreaking smile that if Aidoneus was standing upright he knew he would fall to his knees. Beg her to smile at him again. Weak by such beauty.

She smiled again, this time shyly. Seemingly embarrassed that she had slept. "I'm sorry. This bed just feels too comfortable." She reasoned out. She was right though. Aidoneus had lain on that bed when he was too tired going to and from his business trips and he may had lain beside her earlier while she was dozing off to stare at her.

He's a creep. But if it was a sin to stare at someone he loves and adores so much then he was glad to be a sinner. He already was and staring longingly at her while she slept so beautifully is just his other ticket to being damned in hell. And he would let himself be damned, if only he could spend his mortal life with her. He was not a believer of heaven but of hell, he was. He knew exactly where his soul would go after he dies. But just this once, in his wretched life, he wanted to feel heaven. And he knew it wasn't a place, it was in the form of a woman with azure eyes brighter than the skies themselves and lips more delectable than the final supper of a man moments away from his death.

He only gave her a smile. He extended his hand to her and she took it, standing up too close for him to be able to breathe properly. She looked up at him innocently as if wondering why he hasn't moved. He willed himself to detach his hands from her waist that had subconsciously coiled around her like it was the most natural thing to do.

"L-let's go." He couldn't believe he had stuttered yet again. Before he could see her respond, he moved away but not before holding her hand in his. She didn't know it yet but holding her hands, holding her body, loving her, is a privilege only him could have. She was his and as dark and twisted as it sounds, he would gladly end anyone who dares come close to her, anyone who might ruin his chance. This primal and fierce need to possess her amplified when he noticed every single one of his cabin crew staring at her like she was some goddess who compels souls to look at her ethereal beauty. She was, but the stares had been far too innocent for Aidoneus and he all but pull Aiyana by his side, kissing her head while glaring at the crew. They seemed to understand his message loud and clear when they ducked their head, not lifting their eyes to look at her once again.