ANMELDENThree months have passed since that day he asked me to marry him, and our life has changed in an almost unreal way. We married intimately, surrounded by those who truly matter, and since then, every day reminds me how lucky I am. I now live like a queen, surrounded by servants, advisors, assistants who ensure nothing is lacking. The house is big, luxurious, warm, and yet… something still burns inside me.
— I want to work… I murmured one evening, c
ÉléaThe days following the fragile truce were a strange mixture of hope and doubt.Every exchanged smile, every shared glance carried the promise of renewal.Yet, deep inside me, I felt the storm still rumbling, lurking, ready to break at any moment.I tried to regain a semblance of normality, but it was impossible.My nights were haunted by the memory of the fights, the muffled cries, and the shadows in the apartment.I knew Aedan carried an invisible burden, but this time, it was I who felt trapped in this whirlwind.One night, as sleep eluded me, I heard a dull noise coming from the living room, a crack that shattered the heavy silence.I got up slowly, my heart pounding wildly, my senses on alert, my legs trembling with adrenaline.In the darkness, a silhouette appeared – an intruder.Breathless, I stood frozen, unable to move or call for help.Before I could even react, Aedan appeared behind me, calm and determined, like a protective shadow.His hands clasped mine, a reassuring
ÉléaSilence enveloped the apartment like a fragile veil, after the storm that had shaken our lives.Everything seemed to have frozen, suspended in a breath, a held breath.The discreet ticking of the wall clock seemed almost too loud, each sound cutting the air with unusual sharpness.I still felt the adrenaline pounding in my veins, a strange mix of fatigue and exhilaration, like after a passing storm.I stood still by the window, my gaze lost in the wan light of the streetlamps dotting the street below.The city continued its course, indifferent to our silent battles, our open wounds.I wanted to believe that this night marked a new beginning, a moment when we could finally lay down our armor and rebuild a future, fragile but real.But the weight of his silences, of the unspoken, of the wounds he carried within him, weighed heavily between us, like a shadow difficult to dispel.Aedan approached slowly, his steps measured, almost hesitant, betraying the vulnerability he tried so har
ÉléaI thought the hardest part was behind us.That the revealed truth, the shared wounds, would finally bring us closer, soothe us.But life is cruel, and sometimes it is not our own demons that destroy us,but the ghosts of the past, those lurking shadows that strike without warning, like a raging storm.That night, as I thought I would find refuge in his arms, in the fragile warmth we shared,a sharp sound tore through the silence. A violent, brutal blow, echoing against the door.The fragile balance we had begun to build collapsed in an instant.I know that voice, sharp, threatening, an echo I wish I could forget.A ghost from Aedan's past, a man the night refuses to let go.— Open up, Aedan.We need to talk. Now.His gaze hardens, his muscles tense, ready to pounce.He becomes a beast, a wild force whose primal instinct awakens.I feel this fierce fear running through him, mixed with a black anger, an inner fire capable of consuming everything.Without a word, he grabs me by the
ÉléaI no longer know where I stand, nor what I truly feel.Every night spent with Aedan is an ordeal and a deliverance, a slow burn that gnaws at my certainties.I consume myself a little more, with every glance, every touch, every silence heavy with unspoken words.Tonight, I no longer want to flee.I refuse to be this shadow that waits, that endures, that suffers in silence.I want to know. Understand. Hear the truth, even if it breaks me.I find him in his apartment, that dark cage where he reigns, where I lose myself.His face is closed, his dark eyes are an abyss in which I risk everything.I feel the tension crackling between us, heavy, electric, ready to explode.— Why do you push me away?I drop my words like a challenge, a cry.Why do you leave me alone there, on the edge of the void, when you could hold me against you?Why do you let me bear this weight all alone?He remains silent, closes his eyes for a moment, as if to gather his strength against an invisible enemy.Then,
ÉléaThe night promises to be heavier than the others.My body feels it. My mind knows it.He is there, in the shadows, ready to swallow me even deeper into his inferno.As soon as I cross the threshold, the air changes.The silence grows denser, charged with forbidden promises.His eyes seek me, ardent, wild.Without a word, he grabs me, embraces me, slams me against the cold wall.The bite of his lips is more urgent, more cruel.His hands no longer caress, they demand, they command.I no longer resist.I no longer want to resist.He makes me fall to the ground, his body crushing mine with animal power.I feel his tense muscles, his burning heat, his indomitable will.His fingers slip under my clothes, tracing paths of fire on my shivering skin.Each contact is a jolt, each kiss an inferno.I lose myself in his arms, in his gestures, in his rough murmurs that resonate like oaths.He devours me with his eyes, and I know he is not content with my body.He wants everything. My soul, my
ÉléaI am no longer hungry.I no longer sleep.I no longer think about my work, my appointments, my friends.I think about nothing, really.I think about him.About his powerful hands encircling my neck with wild gentleness.About his murmured orders, rough and precise, gliding against my trembling lips.About the insistent bite of his teeth on my hip, like a mark he stamps on me, a mute claim.About the dense, almost sacred silence that falls between two moans.I no longer live outside of him.I live in him.Everything I was – bright, independent, stable – has faded, slowly, insidiously.And yet, deep in this void, I don't feel lost.I finally feel in my place.When I cross his door, I enter another world.A world where time stretches, where the weight of the past fades, where morality no longer exists.A world without a pendulum. Without rules. Without judgment.Just him.Just me.And everything our bodies demand with a wild, almost animal intensity.He undresses me without a word.
EricI don’t sleep.I let my body rest against hers. I breathe slowly. I let it seem as if I’ve surrendered to sleep. But in truth… it’s the opposite.I am on fire.Her hand is in my hair. Her breath against my forehead. Her scent. Her silence.Everything is too real.Too alive.Too…Her body again
JadeTonight, I'm not playing.Tonight, I don't want to humiliate, to provoke, to twist.I don't want to make Éric bend, nor test his limits, nor smother him with my silence.Tonight, I just want… to look at him.To be here. In this room, with him. Nothing else. Nothing more dangerous than that tru
JadeI wake before dawn.Not because I slept badly. Not because I had a nightmare.No. I wake simply because I decided to.No alarm. No noise. Nothing.Just this suspended moment, when the house is still numb.And me, perfectly awake.Lucid.The bed is comfortable. A bit too much. The sheets smell
ÉricI came home.Clara was still asleep. The house was silent, peaceful. I closed the door without a sound, took off my shoes, walked down the hall like a thief. Headed for the bathroom. I turned on the light, eyes squinting. The mirror reflected a man I no longer recognized.I took a scalding sho







