InnocentFox

"Stop following me!" Asher yelled, his patience running thin. He had let it slide for too long because she had done a lot for him.  But now she was everywhere, suffocating him. 

"I’m only trying to protect you," she responded. 

Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I need some space, alright? I can take care of myself." 

She didn’t budge, and just kept staring at him with that same obsessive look, like she had no intention of leaving. 

"Is it because you’re strong now? Are you going to leave me because I'm no use to you anymore?” Her voice had turned cold, sharp enough to cut through the silence. 

“Of course not, you know that’s not the reason…”

“Then why do you want me to stop following you?”

“I’m just going to the restroom, for God’s sake!” He massaged his temple, clearly at his wit’s end.

“Oh, you should have said that earlier.” She giggled, the earlier tension melting away.

“I did,” he sighed in defeat.

My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

Asher's eyes darkened, the faint glow of his dragon bloodline flickering within them like dying embers.

"Tell me more," he ordered, his voice smooth but carrying a weight that felt like it could crush the very air between them.

Vertex stiffened, a strange sensation creeping up his spine.

It wasn't just the usual sting of inferiority he often felt around those more powerful than him. No, this was something deeper. Something older.

It coiled in his chest, tightening like invisible chains, pulling at instincts he hadn't known he had.

His heart pounded erratically, syncing with a faint, unsettling hum beneath his skin. His bloodline. It was stirring in response to something he couldn't understand.

Is he related to Beelzebub?

The thought slipped out in a whisper, as if speaking it aloud might draw something from the depths of his own fear.

A Dangerous Place Part 5