Enigma

by RuNyx

“I will happily use your blood as paint if you ever threaten me again,” he warned,

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth.

“Try it. Try walking off a cliff, I will block you. Try making yourself bait, I will catch you. And try being with another man, I will use his blood and make you the canvas.”

She died, such a beautiful death. For a split second that got imprinted in her brain as a core memory, so powerful that there would be a before this and after this for her, a before him and after him.

“I want to be the only villain you see. I want to be the only devil who drags you to hell.”

“Because life with you feels greater than death. Because you make the artist in me burn with the need to create, make the man in me burn with the need to possess, make the killer in me burn with the need to protect. You make me want to live, Salem. You give me a modicum of peace in a world of chaos. Is that reason enough?”

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too.

“I want to be the best version of myself when we get married,” she’d told him one night