Roisin I bit my lip, hesitant. Why did I fear disappointing him? I hadn't really thought of it. I just dreaded the possibility of him seeing me in a negative light.“I think... I think I’ve developed feelings for him.” I said the only thing I could think of and Visaris went rigid instantly.His face remained perfectly composed, but I could see the subtle shift in his eyes. The flicker of jealousy, however brief, was unmistakable. “Feelings,” he repeated slowly, as if the word itself was foreign to him. “For Olivine.”I didn't miss the edge in his voice. For a man who always carried himself with unwavering control, this reaction was telling. I pressed my lips together, unable to hide the smirk threatening to break free.“Don’t act like you’re not jealous, Visaris,” I teased, even though I know I’m treading dangerous waters.“Jealous?” He tried so hard to sound nonchalant. “Why would I be jealous, Roisin? I perfectly recall trying to get you two closer. If anything, I'm ecstatic my e
Roisin I had barely fallen into bed before a knock came to the door, startling me a little. I sat up quickly, wondering who it could be. I was in the middle of playing with Meimei when Visaris summoned me so my likeliest guess was her. Walking over to the door, I opened it to see the last person I expected. Visaris.The shock on my face must have been so comical that it made him break character, the side of his lips twisting in a smirk.“Um… Do you need something?” I couldn't help asking.“I acknowledge I was the one who advised you to rest but I am not here without incident.” He began and opened his hand, showing my earring in it.Instinctively, my hands flew to my ears and as sure as day, one of my earrings was missing.“I spotted it on the floor after you left, it must have fallen off at some point.” Visaris mused.“Thank you for returning it but you know you didn't happen to come yourself. You could have sent someone.” The words escaped my lips before I could stop them as I too
Roisin “I don’t know!” I cried, my frustration bubbling over. “But I can’t shake this connection I feel to her, to you. It’s like her memories are mine. Every time I look at these photos, I... I feel like I’ve lived them. Like I was Azmariah, but I’m not. I don’t understand it!”Visaris' gaze softened slightly, but his voice remained firm. “You are not Azmariah, Roisin. And you could NEVER be her, I say this not as an insult but a fact. The both of you are separate, distinct souls. Whatever you are experiencing, it is not because you are her. That is practically impossible. Have you checked in with a doctor? You could be experiencing delusions because you're sick.”I had never had a bigger urge to pull out my own hair than I did at that moment. Was this really his explanation? He was basically calling me crazy!“I’m not crazy or delusional, Visaris. I'm perfectly fine and I know what I saw. I know it sounds impossible, but I can’t ignore it any longer. There’s something going on, som
Roisin I sat there, staring at the photos of Azmariah and Visaris. Each one felt like a punch to the gut, not because of the love they shared, but because of how familiar it all felt to me—too familiar, really. My hands trembled as I closed the album and set it on my lap, my mind whirling with confusion, fear, and a strange sense of belonging I couldn't understand.I took a shaky breath, lifting my gaze to Visaris. He was watching me closely, his sharp green eyes piercing through the haze of my thoughts. I’d been holding this in for so long, terrified of what he might say, terrified of the truth. But I couldn't hide anymore. Not when I felt this... this undeniable connection to Azmariah that made no sense.“I don’t remember the first ten years of my life,” I blurted out, my voice shaking a bit as I revealed one of my biggest secrets. “I was in an accident when I was younger and woke up with no memories. I don't even have fragments of those memories, no flashbacks, no deja vu. Nothing
Roisin No. Me. It was as if I was inside her body, feeling everything she felt, seeing through her eyes. I watched, helpless, as Visaris pulled Azmariah into his arms, his hands gripping her waist with an urgency that sent shivers down my spine. Their lips crashed together, and I could feel it—the heat, the hunger. Every sensation flooded my body as though I was the one he was kissing.Visaris' hands moved to the small of Azmariah's back, pulling her closer, until there was no space between them. His touch was electric, sending waves of heat through me, making my skin tingle. I felt the softness of his lips, the way he dominated the kiss with a deep, possessive need, tasting her…no, tasting me like he couldn't get enough.It was overwhelming. His lips trailed down my—Azmariah’s—neck, and I felt the fire that bloomed with every kiss, every soft nip of his teeth. His hands roamed over her body, exploring her curves, and I felt the sharp intake of breath that wasn't mine. My heart poun
Roisin I frowned, my confusion only deepening as I searched Visaris' face for answers. “For my sake? How could keeping me in the dark about your true feelings possibly help me? Why won't you just tell me what's in your heart?”Visaris' expression hardened slightly, but there was a flicker of something behind his eyes—something he wasn’t ready to admit. He looked away for a moment, jaw tight, as if weighing his words carefully.“It is not that simple, Roisin,” he finally replied, his voice low and measured, but it carried a trace of frustration. “There are things you do not understand—things I cannot—”“Can’t or won’t?” I interrupted, my voice sharper than I intended. “Is it your pride that’s stopping you from coming to terms with how you truly feel?” My chest tightened, and before I could stop myself, the words began spilling out, raw and untamed. “I hate this, Visaris. I hate how you kiss me so passionately like you can't bear to live without me one moment and then the next moment y