Flashbacks

Warning: This story is a bl (boys love) and it contains matured issues, read at your own risk.

"You remember, don't you?" he said, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "You remember the way you looked at me, the way you touched me. You remember the fire in your eyes, the way you burned for me."

"I was just seven back then!" I cried out, my voice cracking with desperation. "I didn't know what I was doing!"

"You might have forgotten, but I was six at that time," he said, his voice laced with a chilling bitterness. "I remember everything."

He leaned in, his breath hot on my cheek, and whispered, "You remember the way you kissed me, the way you held me, the way you made me feel..."

His words were like a knife twisting in my gut, a reminder of the innocence we'd both lost, the secrets we'd both tried to bury.

"Cillian, please," I pleaded, my voice a desperate whisper. "Don't do this."

He shook his head, his eyes burning into mine. "I'm not done with you yet, Hades," he said, his voice a low growl. "And I'm not going to let you forget."

He tightened his grip on my wrist, his fingers digging into my flesh. I could feel the blood rushing to my head, the pain a dull ache that spread through my body.

"I'm going to make you remember everything," he said, his voice a chilling promise. "Every single detail. Every single touch. Every single kiss."

He leaned in again, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. "You can't escape me, Hades," he whispered. "We're bound together, forever."