His love for me

A low, husky voice sliced through the silence, sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyes snapped wide with fear as she spun around, her gaze scouring the dimly lit room. That was when she saw him - a shadowy figure emerging from the darkness, his presence seeming to fill the space.

As he sat up, the faint moonlight filtering through the window danced across his chiseled features, casting an otherworldly glow on his skin. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto hers, making her heart stutter. She took a step back, her fingers instinctively reaching for the door handle behind her.

What are you doing here? she asked, trying to keep her voice steady despite the tremors coursing through her body.

He smiled, a slow, enigmatic curve of his lips that made her pulse quicken. I came to meet you, he said, his voice low and smooth, like honey dripping down her spine.

As he rose to his feet, his tall, lean frame seemed to unfold itself, like a dark, majestic flower blooming in the night. He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers, and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

Where did you go? he asked, his voice dripping with an undercurrent of possessiveness that made her skin prickle.

She swallowed hard, her mind racing. I was with your mother, she replied, the words tumbling out in a rush.

His smile grew wider, but his eyes seemed to darken, like storm clouds gathering on the horizon. I was with Mother a few minutes ago, he said, his voice dripping with skepticism. She said you hadn't met her today. So tell me, where have you been? Did you go to meet him huh?

As he took another step closer, his hand reaching out to claim hers, she felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. She tried to pull away, but he held fast, his fingers wrapping around her wrist like a vice.

I...I didn't do anything, she stammered, her heart racing. I swear.

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with amusement. I'm not sure I believe you, he said, his voice dripping with menace