Enigma

by RuNyx

That had been the first time Salem had realized there were things hiding inside everyone’s skin.

Death was a curious thing. Planned or unplanned, mitigated or unmitigated, cruel or comfortable, it was the only universal truth that everyone lied about. Most adults she’d encountered spent their lives not thinking about it, trying to outrun it yet heading straight to it. She didn’t know if they realized what she had at such a young age—death was inevitable. It chased everyone from the moment of the first drawn breath and caught them at their last.

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

We love an unhinged man

She had looked like a goddess, a mystical creature hovering over the dead, come to life from the sea behind her. And in that one instant, she had become his muse.

He had asked her to stay away and she had deliberately not. She’d thrown the gauntlet, and fuck him if he didn’t pick it up.

“C’mon, little asp,”

“Shed your skin for me.”

“Next time you panic,”

“I want to see it.”

her twisted brain found the mystery of him even more attractive, like the opposite of a moth drawn to a flame, drawn to his darkness she could feel calling to hers.

“I can do sexy a lot harder than you, little asp. Be careful what games you play with me.”

Caz van der Waal was an enigma, an unknown variable in her equation, an unsolved mystery, and she had always loved and hated those in equal measure.

loneliness made fools out of all of them.

he was the collision of control and chaos, blaze and brimstone and barbarism, hellfire and hedonism, a hades of his own underworld, and damn her if a part of her didn’t want to be the girl he brought into it.

“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 might not have a say in what you do,” he declared, his eyes fierce on her face. “But I damn well will have my hands in it. Understand that.”

“We’re not done,”

“And we never will be.”

“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. Now tell me, has anyone owned this pussy before?”

“You could bring gods to their knees, you know that?”

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

On my knees sir

“Would it drive you to murder?”

“Oh, little asp. It would drive me beyond.”

“What is beyond ...

“Damna...

“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.”

“You’ve become my muse, little asp.”

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 was off-limits again. She was his.

I want to taste you again.

She liked his brand of unhinged. It attracted her, appealed to her, absorbed her in its vortex. She liked the things he did, liked being surprised and not knowing what he would do.

without taking his eyes off her, he brought the pencil up to his mouth, a pencil that was glossy in her juices.

Individuals forget who they are when they’re in the collective. That’s why you’ll find that people in groups can behave much more dangerously than individually. Being in a group, especially in violent crimes, somehow absolves the individual of a sense of responsibility.”

mushroom-shaped head

Please never again im now picturing toad from mario

She reveled in the feeling of being alive.

“And you’ll be in that bed with me every night till I die. I promise.”

People can take our lives, our homes, our reputations, but they cannot take our names.

“I found my muse on a beach on a dark night,”

“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.”

Her phone.

I fucking knew it

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

“You’re crazy,”

“About you?” He pressed a kiss to her neck. “Utterly.” Kiss. “Absolutely.” Kiss. “Shamelessly.”

“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?”

“You ask me if I’m crazy, and I am. I’m crazy about you and I’m crazy for you. Seeing you that close to another guy? You’re lucky I didn’t fuck you right there in his blood.”

“You.” He thrust inside her. “Will always be mine. No matter what secrets you keep, no matter what secrets I keep. There won’t ever be another for you or for me.”

“She calls me crazy and makes me crazier. And so, I call this collection Delirium.”

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

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.”

Blackthorne Group

Not this girl working for my man daine