Behind His Mask
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The atmosphere around us began growing heavier with the darkness of his anger, the pungent odor of death wafting into my nose. I clutched the knife tighter until my knuckles began turning deathly white. His black eyes were filled with rage as he took a step forward, extending his hideous and holy black wings towards opposite walls. This just made him more intimidating, not to mention his sharp canines jutting out from his now pale lips.
An inhuman snarl left him and in a flash, he had my wrists in his rough hands and knocked the knife across the room. He walked us back until I was pressed harshly against the wall and leaned down to my ear, growling lowly.
"You're mine and mine alone, do you understand me?"
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Time seemed to slow as his gaze traveled from mine to my lips, his expression softening with unspoken words. It was a fleeting moment of connection amidst the laughter and playfulness, a silent acknowledgment of something unspoken between us. "Can I?" he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with longing. Instead of answering verbally, I leaned in ever so slightly, a silent invitation reflected in my eyes. The air between us crackled with anticipation as our lips hovered just inches apart, poised to bridge the gap between desire and reality. ♡ ₊ ˚ •¤ ‧ ₊ ✧ ‧₊ ༉ As I stand poised with the knife at their throat, the air crackles with tension, thick and suffocating. It's a battle of wills, a silent struggle between predator and prey, each locked in a precarious dance of defiance and determination. But the figure remains silent, an impenetrable wall of stoicism in the face of my interrogation. Frustration boils within me, driving me to press the blade deeper against their throat in a desperate bid for answers. ♡ ₊ ˚ •¤ ‧ ₊ ✧ ‧₊ ༉ They say "Even devil sits back and take notes when a woman takes revenge." A story of a woman who has turned the whole city upside down and who's name is like a prohibited act because if you speak ill of her she'll make sure to grab your throat and who knows what deadly wrath they will face.
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