You Are My Desire - {On Hiatus}

Memories Are Like Antiques; The Older They Are, The More Valuable They Are.

"Love," he called, his voice echoing through the shadows of the night.

A whisper danced through the air, soft yet haunting. "I am sorry." The words felt like a chilling breeze in his ears, and before he could react, he was pushed down. His head struck the rough bark of a tree, and in that disorienting moment, he rolled down the road and fell into a dark trap below.
She woke up with a start, gasping for breath, her heart racing. The remnants of the dream clung to her, leaving her breathless and vulnerable.
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The warmth of another embrace enveloped her once more. "I love you," she whispered, kissing his jaw tenderly. He looked down into her eyes, filled with love and happiness, a pure reflection of their connection.

"I love you too," he murmured, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. But as he opened his eyes, the dream shattered. He found himself back in his hotel room, facing the same reality that had haunted him every morning since the accident had changed his life forever.
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"Eight years," he said sternly, a predatory smirk playing on his lips as he leaned toward her. She instinctively moved back, creating a distance as though the space could shield her from the intensity of his gaze.

"Yes, it is. I am not the same, so you better stop the game you started to play." Her voice was steady, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of uncertainty.

"Your breath says otherwise, my love," he replied, his voice low and filled with promise. "You are my prey, and I am the predator. You are mine forever, and I have not started my game, darling." He whispered these words as he planted a slow, lingering kiss on her cheek before he turned and walked out of the cabin.

Everyone else, including her, stood there, frozen in shock, as his words hung heavy in the air.

The games have just begun...