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Crystal Dark Sky

adoressunflower

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Parts 38
Time 8h 55m

Reads 11,413
Votes 505
Parts 38
Time 8h 55m

adoressunflower

Mature

'𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙚.'

The first thing I saw was his lips, holding a more than half burnt cigarette. His lips are curled into a wicked smirk as he tosses down the cigarette and blows out the smoke, making me blink.

I open my eyes again, meeting the emerald green ones. I couldn't look anywhere but his eyes. As long I stared into them, the darker the smaragdine iris leisurely turned. Little did I know, it wouldn't be only turning dark but will also get the crystalline effect in them. 

It was just like the sky that disappeared, the 'Crystal Dark Sky'.

The lighter flicked the flame away, making the pitch darkness appear again. I tremble and let out an apprehensive gasp at the loss of light. 

He once more flicked the lighter on, emitting the fire in between us. I meet his eyes again, which weren't dark anymore, but his original eye colour. 

He slowly moves his face towards me. Our lips were mere apart as I anticipated his next move, closing my eyes. I part my lips but they barely touch his as he starts trailing his face, touching his lower lip scarcely on my cheekbone and pausing near my ears, exhaling a deep warm breath. My skin shivers at the little raw touch of his lip and breath, also the fear that I held for him, being so close, after running miles in the dark.

"Don't be afraid czarina, I'm just the devil in disguise." He rasps calmly.

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