TRIGGER WARNING DRUGS, ALCOHAL, WEAPONS , VIOLANCE, MATURE CONTENT.
"The darkness provided him with peace; he never desired light. But now he only wanted light to drive away his darkness. Little did he know that the light he sought was locked away in that her own darkness."
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"Come here, Angel,"
he commanded, his voice dark and compelling, slicing through the silence like a blade. She stood by the door, her head lowered, her body tense with the weight of his gaze. At the sound of his voice, she hesitated, her pulse quickening, yet she found herself moving toward him, unable to resist, though her eyes remained fixed on the floor.
Ansh rose from his chair, his movements deliberate and controlled as he closed the space between them. He reached for her face, his touch gentle but firm as he lifted her chin, making her meet his gaze.
"Are you afraid of me, Angel?" His words were soft but laced with a dangerous intensity. His eyes bore into hers, his obsession evident in the way he looked at her-not with mere curiosity, but with a longing that seemed to consume him.
She could feel the tremble in her body, the fear that gripped her heart, but there was something else-something confusing. In his presence, despite the terror he stirred within her, there was a strange safety. A sense of being protected, as if the darkness he brought with him somehow shielded her from everything else.
Her gaze flickered for a moment, then quickly darted away, her fear overwhelming her, but the safety she found in his gaze was undeniable.