Aurelia
When I woke up this morning, Wrath was already gone, but he left a note behind: Good morning, my little corpse.
Typical.
I won’t pretend I didn’t enjoy having him with me last night. His body was seamless to curl into, solid and safe. There was something strangely comforting about the weight and warmth of him. But honestly, I was glad he slipped out before I opened my eyes.
I’ve got things to take care of today, things I’d rather he didn’t see.
After the Tunnel of Blood situation, I knew he didn’t get to walk away that easily. He pushed my body past every threshold I thought I had. I won’t ever be the same after that, and while I might not be able to return the favor in kind, I can still break him in other ways.
Psychological ones, and I will.
Strangely, I enjoyed everything he did, every dirty and depraved second of it. But when he pulled that trigger inside me, something shifted. That was the moment I realized I’ve got serious work to do on this man before he ends up killing me. Not metaphorically. Not with threats. No. He will actually kill me if he can’t control himself.
And he hasn’t even fucked me yet.
I don’t know why I’m acting surprised. Everyone warned me what he was and what he’s capable of. And still, I let him do these things to me. I let him drag me into his warped mindset, let him act out his bizarre fantasies on my body like I belong to him. Worse, I taunt and push him until something in him snaps just so I can feel his wrath.
And then I wonder why I can’t stop thinking about him when he’s not around and why his presence still clings to me like smoke.
He’s under my skin.
No. He’s buried deep inside me.
But I’m starting to like it. It’s as if he was supposed to be there all along.
Maybe I’m just as fucked in the head as he is for wanting what we’re turning into. When I’m around him, he grounds me and there’s this pull, something running through me I can’t explain. It’s not just physical. It’s deeper, weirder. Like something inside me recognizes something inside him. And it scares the shit out of me.
But then he does these things. That strange tenderness he slips in when he thinks I won’t notice. The way he’s fixated, not just with what he can do to me, but with me. The way he watches me and listens. As if he knows I’m more than skin and scars.
And his hands… the way he touches me isn’t always rough. Sometimes it’s careful, almost reverent. The things he writes, twisted, haunting, yet beautiful, and knowing in ways that knock the breath out of me.
When he saw me smile last night, there was something in his red gaze that I’ve never seen in him before… It wasn’t hunger, but curiosity and pride all at once. He liked it.
The way he wanted to use his voice, how he let me see him vulnerable—hechoseto give me that part of himself. That told me everything I needed to know.
It made me realize, he wants me. Not just my body, but me.
All of me. Someone actually wants me. Not to use or to bend into something convenient, but because they’re utterly infatuated and so completely wrapped up in me that they’ll take anything I give, no matter how small.
And I don’t know what’s more dangerous, that he wants me, or that I want to give myself to him anyway.
Let’s not pretend I ever had a fucking choice though. He was never going to let me go. That was written all over him from the beginning, and maybe that should terrify me more than it does. But now there’s something almost... soothing in it, something I don’t hate. It cloaks around me and whispersfinally.
It’s doesn’t feel like freedom, and it certainly ain’t fluffy.
But it’s a dark obsession. A beautiful kind of doom.
And oddly, it’s the safest I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Deep down, I think it’s what I’ve wanted and needed all along.
My head’s a fucking wreck. Just last night, I was ready to tell him to stay the hell away from me. I even pulled the trigger and shot him, just to make him understand I meant it. I thought that would be enough.
But the second I gave in, even a little, it was over.
The moment I surrendered, I knew.
I wasn’t mine anymore.I’m his.Utterly and irrevocably.