6• Crimson TEMPTATION

"His touch was a sin I craved, 

even when I knew it would 

burn me alive."

ZAFIRA

...

Staring blankly at the bottle of medicine in her hand, Zafira felt a cold knot of fear tightening in her chest. Her fingers trembled slightly as she held it, her mind swirling with doubt and anxiety. 

She needed to take her medicine on time but the circumstances under which she now found herself made her question everything.

The room was quiet but the silence pressed down on her and amplified the uncertainty that gnawed at her insides. 

Azrael's words echoed in her mind, 'You're safe here', but were they really? 

Could she trust him, or was she just another woman in his life. She didn't understand why Azrael took her to his bedroom and wanted her to be his woman. 

She glanced at the medicine and pondered deeply. Her past had taught her to be cautious, to keep her guard up but this was different. 

There was a fear here that wasn't just about him, it was about the unknown, the world he lived in, and the control he now had over her life. 

'Within half an hour of taking the medicine, I will feel drowsy and go to sleep. My sleep will be very deep and i don't know what will happen with me. I am at Mafia Boss's place and i can't trust anyone here', Zafira thought as she dropped the plan of taking medicine. 

'I can't trust Azrael. What if trusting him would only lead me deeper into a place i could never escape?', Zafira's head thumped as she clenched the medicine bottle tighter and her pulse quickened. 

She wasn't sure what terrified her more- the idea of staying in this dark, dangerous world with Azrael or the fact that part of her was already drawn to him, despite everything. 

The attraction she felt towards him, the magnetic pull that made it impossible to look away, was undeniable. 

But with that attraction came risk, and Zafira wasn't sure if she was ready to gamble with her heart or her life.

With a deep breath, she used only nasal spray and turned off the airconditioner of the room. 

She laid down on the couch while her mind became a tangled mess of fear, confusion, and the growing desire she couldn't quite push away.

The memory of Azrael's intense gaze and his words lingered in her mind. 

'You're my woman from now on'.

It was possessive, commanding, and yet something about it stirred a forbidden thrill deep within her. 

She had never been one to surrender easily, yet here she was, battling an undeniable pull towards a man who inhabited a world of shadows.

As her mind raced, Zafira recalled the way he looked at her, the intensity in his eyes that made her pulse quickened and her breath hitch. 

There was a raw energy between them and a spark that ignited her curiosity even when she was well aware of the danger and Azrael's real identity. 

With a deep breath, Zafira reached for the nasal spray and She turned off the air conditioner to balance the temperature as she was having difficulty breathing. 

She laid down on the couch, sinking into the plush cushions, trying to find a semblance of comfort. 

But instead of peace, her mind became a tangled mess of fear, confusion and a growing desire she couldn't quite push away. 

The softness of the couch beneath her felt oddly grounding, yet every breath brought back memories of Azrael's piercing gaze and the promise of danger that hung heavy in the air.

Zafira closed her eyes as she was willing to think clearly and accepted that the attraction was undeniable. It was an electric current that surged between them that ignited something deep within her. 

But with that attraction came a fear she couldn't shake. Azrael was not just any man; he was a Mafia boss- Capo, a figure that was wrapped in power and darkness.

'What did it mean for her to be drawn to him? Could she truly trust him? Or was she stepping into a web of manipulation, where her heart would be the first casualty?'. 

The tension of the day played over in her mind like a film reel; his smirk, the way he had held her chin to force her gaze to meet his and the way his breath had brushed against her skin. 

Each memory sent ripples of heat coursed through her body and, made her acutely aware of the desire lurking beneath her fear.

Zafira sat up abruptly and ran a hand through her hair in frustration. She couldn't afford to get lost in the thrill of attraction when her safety was at stake. 

Yet, the thought of Azrael lingered, a shadow she couldn't ignore. There was a part of her that wanted to explore the depth of that connection, to understand the man behind the title, to discover what lay beneath the surface of his dark persona.

With a shaky breath, she leaned back against the couch and stared up at the ceiling as if it held the answers she sought. 

"What are you doing to me, Azrael Sartori?", she murmured softly and the feeling, the weight of her dilemma pressed down on her.

In the quiet of the room, she made a decision. She would confront her feelings but she would also remain cautious. She would not allow herself to be swept away by the allure of danger without first understanding the man who wielded it.

As the night deepened, Zafira resolved her thoughts as she was ready to to face whatever came next with clarity and strength, even if it meant navigating the complexities of her growing attraction to the man who had turned her world upside down. 

Without realizing it, Zafira fell asleep on the couch. The worries and confusion from the day faded away as her eyes grew heavy. She sank into a deep, dreamless sleep.

In her dreams, shadows and light danced around her, reflecting the mix of fear and attraction she felt toward Azrael. 

She could sense a strong presence nearby, one that felt both commanding and comforting. 

Azrael's voice echoed in her mind and wrapped around her like a warm blanket, though she didn't fully understand why.

Meanwhile, Azrael stood quietly outside the door and was watching Zafira sleep. 

He felt a strong pull toward her and a promise to protect her that grew stronger by the minute. He knew getting close to her was risky, but he couldn't ignore the bond he felt.

As the night went on, Zafira remained lost in her dreams and was completely unaware of Azrael's presence near her. 

Azrael stepped quietly into the room while captivated by Zafira's peaceful face as she slept on the couch. 

It was the truth that he was just as drawn to her as she was to him.

He moved closer to her and gently brushed his fingers against her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin that ignited something deep within him.

"Zafira, my Crimson", he whispered and his voice was filled with intensity. 

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