The heat of him seeped into my skin, and god, the way he smelled… He smelt like smoke and danger, like a psycho who knows exactly how to ruin a woman, the right way. The kind of man you'll regret but ache for again an hour later. You don’t recover from a man like Wrath. And when I felt his big dick flex against me I almost lost my damn mind.
And of course, the way he kept that bike steady, like it was nothing more than a wild animal only he could tame. There was something in that control, something brutal and calm all at once. I felt strangely safe with him, which is fucking crazy, considering he was threatening to kill me barely an hour before.
“Do you like him?” Blush asks, and my eyes dart to hers as I mull over the question.
“I mean… he’s strangely hot and weirdly intriguing but—”
“I get it,” she cuts in with a knowing grin. “Listen, I’m a lesbian, and even I’d drop my sexuality just to be on my knees for that man once, if I knew I could survive him.”
The laugh slips out of her so easily, but then her face sharpens as she leans closer, tone dropping.
“Just be careful,” she finishes, softer now. “Wrath’s a different breed and I don’t say that lightly.”
And something in the way she says it makes me believe her.
“You’re into Wrath?” I ask curiously, searching her pink eyes.
She stands a little taller, brow furrowed like I’ve just accused her of a felony.
“It’s notlikethat, Aurelia”she says.“It’s more of a sick fantasy than actual feelings. As I said I’m into girls and could never be into him like that, I’m just morbidly curious. I mean, I dig violent fucks, and let’s be real, Wrath could ruin a soul and pussy at a death-level proficiency.You’d literally be banged into the afterlife.”
I raise a brow before we both burst out laughing. I shake my head as the last giggle rolls off my lips, then sink back into the chair, eyes drifting to the mirror. I stare at myself, trying to see whathesees, trying to understand this undeniable pull between us that refuses to loosen.
“When you and Noir left the dressing room, he came in,”I admit.
Blush freezes.“Oh my god, what happened?”She gasps, full attention snapping back to me.
I sigh, fiddling with the sleeve of my hoodie.
“He tried it, I teased, he got rough, and I bit back.”
“And how did he take it?”
“I’m alive, aren’t I?”
She inhales deeply with a smile before brushing my hair again.
“Well, there’s that. But he’s a Hollow. They like to play with their prey, mess with their heads and test every boundary. Always keep your mind sharp.”
I nod slowly, absorbing her guidance before I speak again.
“I don’t know, Blush. One minute I’m stuck in hell, locked away... and now I’ve got this guy, thispsychotic circus guy, acting like he owns every fibre of my being. It’s all happening too fast. Too much, too soon.”I exhale, my frustration leaking into my words.
“I’m not looking for any sort of relationship, an obsession, or even a man, honestly. I’ve got my own shit to fix. I need to rebuild my strength and mindset. I can’t afford for Wrath to get in my way and distract me from what I’m supposed to be doing.”
She pauses, studying me like she understands.
“You want my advice?” she asks, and I think about it before giving a small nod, anything to help me make sense of this mess.
She kneels down and I swivel the chair to face her.
“You want to rebuild your strength and mindset? Then you’ve landed in the only place twisted enough to help you do it. Oddity doesn’t just break you; it unearths you. It rips out what’s weak, carves into what’s left, and warps it into something unstoppable. And no one here will batter an eyelid at the sight of who you become. That’s why Wrath walks unleashed. Heisan example of what this place makes of you when you stop pretending. So why fight it? Let it take over. Let it forge you. Take the mentality, the pain, the fear... and turn it into something you can control. Make it fucking kneel at your feet.”
I scan her pink eyes, her words hitting somewhere deep, somewhere I didn’t know still ached. And for a moment, something heavy lifts off me.
Like she’s finally said what I didn’t know I needed to hear. That I don’t have to claw my way back to who I was, and I don’t have to be fixed. I can just be this, whateverthisis, and whatever the hell I’m becoming.
“You’ve already been through enough shit, Aurelia… I can see it because I know it myself. But you’re still standing and that’s strength. There’s power in what’s left of you, don’t ever forget that. They didn’t take it all. They just twisted what remained into something darker... something you now have to learn to love and live with. Chase that darkness and embrace it. No one catches it easily—we’ve all bled to be able to feel it. We’ve all lost pieces of ourselves to survive. But that loss? That hurt? That’s exactly what makes us worthy to stand tall and be proud be who we’ve become. Madness and all.”