AkumaQuil

He inches closer, a single finger roaming her heated skin. Breath mingling with breath. 

A loud bang vibrates through the room, so thunderous as if god himself was furious.

Slowly he looks up staring out the large glass windows to the backyard, 

"You have a visitor." His rasps calmly.

"Who?" Rose quickly fires, feigning ignorance. She knew well enough who it was. Her nightly visitor has arrived.

Surprising, He only visits when she is alone.

"One who comes out at night. Lurking in the shadows, in the darkness... just like its intensions."

He looks down still leaning on top her, once more pinning her with his intense gaze.

"Are you afraid?" His voice dead serious, eyes going back to look outside.

And Rose lied, "No." 

But is it a lie when her fear was never really rooting enough to make her run the other way but instead often getting mixed with exhilaration.

"You should be."  

He leaves her staring wide eyed on the sofa and goes to stand before the glass panes.

"It's not happy to see me here. I can see the raging pits of fire in it's gaze. Ready to burn me right where I stand." he chuckled, sounding most sinister, "It definitely wants to rip my innards out."

"You should take off your shirt." He suggests casually.

"Excuse me?"

"Let's see if it riles him up even more to shatter instead of just slamming the windows like a wuss." He rouses under his breath, his excited provocative tone not escaping Rose's attention. 

What the hell is he up to?

"This isn't funny." Rose sputters out, standing up from the couch.

"I'm not trying to be." He faces her again, sporting a deadpan face. 

"Whatever. You think I'm one of your stupid fan girls to take my shirt off just because you want to rile someone up? Besides, there's probably no one outside and you're only making it up to see my boobs like a pervert."

His eyes roams her from top to bottom, there was distaste evident in his gaze.

"When he comes at night and leaves a little something for you, maybe then you take off your clothes for him... like a slut." Rome stared into her eyes with nothing behind those icy orbs to show for a lack of meaning behind his words. Because he means every single thing he says to her.

"Get. Out. Now!" Rose boomed furiously. 

"Whatever, I was leaving anyway. This has become boring." He walks towards her front door.

"Wait. How do you know he comes at night and leaves something?" her eyes narrow.

"Because I've seen it before."

"You saw him? It is a real guy?" Rose wanted to confirm, for some reason she thought otherwise.

"I never said I saw him. I've only seen it happening to someone else." 

"Whom?" 

"You don't need to know." He closes off.

"Then at least tell me what happened to her? Can I meet this person?" 

"You can't." Refusing calmly he was almost out the door when Rose pleads against hope.

"Please."

"You can't because she disappeared." Those were the words that finally did it. Brought her racing heart and buzzing head to a sudden halt. "Never to be seen again." 

 "When he stops visiting, that's when you should be most afraid." His words rang like a siren in the silence of her mind as he left.

Now she felt true fear for the first time.

==

In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. 

Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. 

For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. 

In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue.

And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. 

With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her.

Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

He Comes At Night

Not just any. The most intoxicating, sinfully divine smell I'd ever encountered. It curled around me like mist with purpose; sweet and devastating, robbing me of every shred of composure.

No one else seemed to notice. Lucky bastards.

For me, it was torture. Pure, unrelenting torture.

That scent was stripping me bare, dismantling everything I'd built to keep myself in check. My control, my focus—gone. I felt drunk, though I hadn't taken a sip in minutes. Drunk on something far more dangerous.

And my brain is gone enough I'm praying now? To someone I don't even believe in!

The scent grew stronger, more overwhelming, suffocating me in the most exquisite way.

My grip on the bar tightened. Every instinct screamed at me to hold my ground, to stay sane, to not lose it.

And just like that, my world tilted, shifted, and damn near imploded.

She was standing near the entrance, her presence impossible to ignore. The room seemed to bow around her, every person fading into insignificance in comparison.

The dim light caught in her hair, painting her in shades of mystery and fire. Her eyes… don't get me started on her eyes.

They were luminous, like two shards of moonlight, cutting through the haze of this suffocating party and pinning me in place.

The scent was hers. I knew it instinctively. It clung to her like a second skin, wrapping her in an aura of allure so potent it was almost cruel.

My pulse quickened. My hands clenched into fists. Every fiber of my being was screaming, demanding, begging me to go to her. To touch her. To claim her. And then to ruin her.

I'd spent years—centuries—building walls around myself, locking away every shred of humanity, every trace of vulnerability. And in a single moment, with a single look, she'd managed to shatter them all.

And I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anything in my cursed existence.

Oh will I enjoy hurting her. Tearing into her piece by piece. Only the cries from her soul would quench my need.

The room was a blur. The noise faded to a dull hum. The only thing that mattered was her.

She hadn't seen me yet, hadn't noticed the way I was practically devouring her with my eyes. Good. Let her remain oblivious.

Let her stay innocent of the storm she'd just unleashed.

But even as I thought that, I knew it wouldn't last. She'd see me eventually. And when she did…

Well. Let's just say I will make her wish she didn't.

52. Sinfully Divine