"Touch her and you die," he remarked quietly. "Touch her worse, die worse. It's a simple thing, isn't it? I don't know why you didn't understand it."
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He was going to test her trust, take every little ounce that she had in her capacity, until her body, her mind, her fucking soul believed in how important she was.
She was it
She was the reason.
She saw him for who he was, and she melted for him. She hated him, and yet she trusted him. What had begun as intrigue had turned into fascination, slowly morphing into a fixation, culminating in an obsession so deep he was incomplete without it.
And one day very soon, she would be entirely his.
-Shadowman
"I trust you,"
"That's exactly what sealed your fate all those years ago."
She knew that. She had trusted him with something important and he had never let her escape since.
"Your trust, flamma, is the most addictive drug."
"I won't give you more of it,"
"You will. Every atom in your body sings for me too."
~The Annihilator
"The world isn't ready to see who I would become if this-" his thumb pressed on her pounding pulse "-ever stops."
This was the thing she couldn't explain within herself. Sometimes, she caught sight of random, potentially lethal objects and immediately. her brain conjured up the image of what it would be like to use it on herself. That knife, for example, would be so easy, the sharp side of the blade going over the veins just once, so simple to put a full stop to it all. They would find her in the room, her white expensive shirt soaked in blood that matched her hair, a smile on her face for the first time as she said goodbye.
-Lyla
"Your voice makes my atoms sing."
-The Shadowman
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Though she wasn't a blaze yet, only an ember, she was his.
One day, she would be an inferno, and he would be the devil who controlled it.
She lives in the shadows. He rules them.
She's the moon, and he the dark night encompassing her.
She's surrounded by demons, and he's the biggest devil of them all.
And she's his.
~ The Annihilator
As though feeling his gaze, she looked up. Her eyes swept the crowd of well-dressed men, going straight to the shadowed corners, knowing that's where he stayed. He liked that.
He saw the moment she saw his silhouette, a mix of hatred and betrayal etched on her face for everyone to see. Her hands Fisted at her sides. His obsession deepened.
A man from the front bid on her and won. Her flame hair whipped behind her as she left the stage.
He followed, knowing who he would kill tonight.
She was his toy to play with after all.
(I'm going to love The shadowman like crazy)
Sometimes, grief was like that-thoughtless, wordless, soundless. Sometimes, it was inexplicable, being pumped out by a cracked heart, infusing in the blood that went to every part of the body, mixing with the cells until it became as regular as breathing.
"Remember when I told you my heart was a dead scar tissue?"
"Hmm."
"I feel it pumping again with you. My lifeblood. My little rainbow."
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"You know how a rainbow is made?"
Zephyr frowned. "When sunlight passes through a raindrop."
"My life has been nothing but gray for as long as I remember," he told her softly. "Rainstorms and thunder clouds that never went away. You filtered through that, all bright colors and exuberance and life. And the clouds are still there, but my eyes can't leave the rainbow long enough to see them. You changed things. And I'm not letting that go, Zephyr. I'm not letting you go. Get that out of your head right now."
(I love significances of nicknames 🖤)
He leaned closer, brushing her blue locks with his fingers. "I cut the hand of a man who touched your hair, Zephyr. What do you think I'm going to do to one you move on with?"
Her breath caught.
She hadn't anticipated this.
"I might not remember you," he whispered, "But you're my wife now. Mine. And I'd bathe this whole city in blood before I let you change that."
"You're my sunshine, lightening me up from the insides."
-Alpha Villanova
The blade came to her chin then, almost like his fingers always did, directing her focus back to himself.
"Who am I?" he demanded quietly, her face level with his waist, her eyes enraptured with his.
"What?"
"Who.am.I?"
She swallowed. "My husband."
"And who are you?"
"your wife."
"Mine."
With that one word, she was destroyed, decimated, done for, at the very public, very dominating claiming of her.
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Alpha stepped away from the body, letting it drop down, his chest and arms covered in sweat and blood, and his eye on her. Knife in his hand, he jumped off the ring, searing her with his intensity to the point breathing became difficult, and strode toward her.
She tilted her head back as he stepped between her legs, close enough that her chin touched his thigh. He raised the knife and her eyes widened, not understanding what was happening.
Finally, he broke their gaze, his eye shifting to the side.
Zephyr turned to see Alec frozen in his seat, the knife under the wrist of his hand that had touched her hair, the edge of the blade pressing on it until she could see a line of blood break the skin.
Something was building, activating, like a volcano dormant from the outside, bubbling with lava, waiting for the right moment to erupt and cause destruction. She stood at the mouth of the volcano, watching the lava come forth from the mantle of the earth, knowing it could wreck her but waiting for it. She wanted to be the rain that fell upon the magma and sizzled, drenched it until it became rich. She wanted to seep down to his dried roots, nourish the soil of his heart, and fill him with life again.
"And in the end, we were all humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness."
-Christopher Poindexter
A laugh bubbled up in his chest, trapping itself in his throat as he looked out the window and heard her prattle on. The urge to smile, to try and lift the scarred side of his mouth, was a new sensation. And that was the other reason he'd wanted to assuage his curiosity, right there. He couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted to smile before she jumped into his world, a burst of colorful explosions in the stark gray of his sky, a sprout of life blooming in the land of death, a festival in a field that had only witnessed funerals. And now that he'd experienced that, like an addict, he wanted more.
~Alpha
"I don't know how, rainbow," he murmured softly, "and I don't know what secrets of mine you have, but I want them all. You've sealed your fate now. Welcome to my hell."
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