Salem's Fall (Dark Seasons)

by Rektok Ross

I’m paralyzed as the horror unfolds before me, and the blade plunges into his chest with a sickening crunch—again and again, vicious and relentless. Each strike lands harder than the last, the sound of tearing flesh and cracking bone filling the tiny room.

“It’s against every instinct, every damn shred of control and self-preservation I have, but I can’t seem to stop myself when it comes to you.”

“Convenient is the last thing you are,” he mocks, his laugh bitter and low. “You’re reckless. Headstrong. The most infuriating woman I’ve ever met.” He takes a step forward, gaze burning into mine. “And yet, no matter what I do—no matter how hard I try—I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”

🥵🥵🥵

“If things were different… if we had more time...” he says softly, his voice barely audible over the chanting. “I would’ve given you the world.”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

The first touch is soft, almost careful, but there’s a fire beneath it—something restrained, aching, waiting. And then, all at once, the restraint snaps. His fingers tangle in my hair, his grip tightening around my waist as he deepens the kiss, pouring into it everything we’ve left unsaid. It’s desperate and consuming, a kiss that feels like a confession, like an unraveling of everything we’ve been holding back for so long.

Oh wow 🥵

“I don’t want control. I don’t want power. I just want you.”