𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

"W-what do you want from me?" Azeira asked with a trembling voice. Her breathing hiked erotically as she back away from them in the dark room.

The moonlight displayed their wide smile, the glint in their dark, preying eyes that never left her. Yet Azeira could tell there was something more sinister behind their calm exterior.

"You are mine, angel. Can't you see? Don't you love the thrill and pleasure, amore?" They responded back as they took such precise and silent steps towards her.

Azeira felt the urge, a small voice screaming inside her head, "RUN!" Yet she felt drawn to the thrilling danger and undeniable feeling that is gifted to her each following night.

"This is wrong. Leave." She whimpered as their overpowering and mysterious scent eloped her senses, her eyes fluttered as they caresses her soft skin, obsessively.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me what do you desire, my little angel." A wicked and sinister chuckle echoed in the silence.