Enigma

by RuNyx

The wound is the place where light enters you. —Rumi

“Do you accost girls like this often?” she asked nonchalantly, like she wasn’t counting every inhale and exhale and processing. He chuckled. “Only the ones that poorly stalk me after mildly threatening me the night before.”

My deam date.... Cute.

She’d thrown the gauntlet, and fuck him if he didn’t pick it up.

“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.”

“I own your mind. I’m going to own your body. And then, I’ll take your soul. Because you’re coming for mine, aren’t you? Mind, body, and soul.

“Just one glance from these eyes would have driven men to murder in old times. Still might.”

“Killing you isn’t in the cards.” “Then what is?” “Possessing you,” he murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. “For now.”

He considered her, his eyes roving over her face. “Because I was a man on the path to damnation and I saw salvation instead. Because being near you makes me feel something beyond rage. Because the chaos inside me quietens when I’m near you.” His words were shaking by the end of his sentence, his hands holding her possessively. “You’ve become my muse, little asp.”

Gushhhhh

That smile fell like daggers in his chest. They were his. Her smiles. Her laughter. Her tears. Her noises. Everything.

She had gambled her life and he his, they were damned anyway. Better to go down in glory.

He continued drinking from her, a starved beast falling upon a feast, a lord of barren lands sipping from the lady of nectar, a man in the shadows dancing with a woman who knew darkness, claiming her mouth right out in the open for the world to see.

She knew how to exist with that loneliness—it was her constant companion. Everyone left, but it didn’t. It had been there with her when she’d been surrounded by family and social friends, and it was there when none of them were.

whew <3

She was exhausted, and maybe, he was too. Maybe, they just needed a full night of sleep without knowing they were alone.

“I found my muse on a beach on a dark night,” he told her, holding the back of her head, his eyes blazing. “And she was the most stunning creature I had ever seen, with living snakes in her hair and fire in her eyes, yet made of ice.”

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

Drools

“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?”

Salem had always thought nothing could beat death, that nothing could be immortal. She’d been wrong. Love, deep, true love, was immortal.

But I want my ring on your finger and yours on mine. I want the world to know about it and I want you to know you always, always belong. To me.”