LOGINGABRIEL
When my eyes open again, the room is empty.
There is nothing left.Nothing but a heavy breath. My body trembles, drenched in icy sweat. My hands still grip the cross like a weapon.But her perfume still lingers.
Her laugh still vibrates.And my lips bleed from whispering her name too loudly.I know it.
I know it in the depths of me.She will return.
Because she is not only in my flesh.She is in my soul.And I no longGABRIELI remain frozen. Her scent floats in the air, sweet and violent at once, like a warning and an invitation. Her gaze challenges me, and yet I know I am already at her mercy.Clémence steps forward, slowly, each step measured like a dance. She plays with me. Her fingers brush the edge of the door, then slide to her neck, and I feel my body respond before my brain even says yes.— So? she breathes at me, a smile on her lips, almost mocking. Are you finally going to tell me what you came to confess?I lift my eyes to her. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Nothing but the turmoil in my heart and this desire twisting me from within.— Gabriel… she continues, even lower, like a secret shared with the night. Do you think you can resist me?She moves closer. Her fingers brush my hand, but when I reach out to take hers, she pulls back, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.— No… not
GABRIELWhen my eyes open again, the room is empty.There is nothing left.Nothing but a heavy breath. My body trembles, drenched in icy sweat. My hands still grip the cross like a weapon.But her perfume still lingers.Her laugh still vibrates.And my lips bleed from whispering her name too loudly.I know it.I know it in the depths of me.She will return.Because she is not only in my flesh.She is in my soul.And I no longer belong to God.GABRIELI didn't want to come.I repeat it to myself with every step, like an excuse, like a plea. I didn't want to. I had sworn. I had prayed until my lips bled. I had bowed under the cross, begging to have this fire torn from my gut. But the night reclaimed me.Two weeks. Fourteen sleepless nights.She haunts me. Her laugh pierces my dreams like a blade, her hands scratch my sleeping skin. I open my eyes and still hear her voice. I close my lids
GabrielMy chest heaves and crashes in a frantic rhythm. My tears stream, burning, corrosive. I pound my fist against myself, again and again. Each blow echoes in the void. As if I want to break my own bones to extract the fault stuck to them. But it doesn't leave.It is everywhere. In my hands. In my mouth. In my flesh.I stagger to my feet, seized by the fury of a hunted beast. I almost smash the bathroom door, turn the tap full on. The water gushes out, scalding, almost unbearable. I tear off my clothes, step into the shower.The torrent pounds me like iron rain. I scrub myself with rage, my arms, my chest, my thighs, until my skin reddens. But nothing leaves. I still feel her fingers, her lips, her breath. Every pore is contaminated. Every part of me belongs to her.— No… no!I punch the tile. The shock jars my bone. A sharp, cutting pain. But it's not enough. She still laughs in my head. I hear her. That
CLÉMENCEI walk in the rain, arms tight around my chest, unable to contain the smile devouring me. The night clings to my skin, drops stream through my tangled hair, but I don't care. Everything still burns inside me. Every step echoes like a victory.He took me. Finally.I still feel his weight, his heat, his violence. The marks of his hands on my hips, the bite of his fingers on my wrist, his deep thrusts that broke and revealed me at the same time. Nothing can erase that. Not even his hatred.I reach my door, drenched, breathless. I slide the key in, enter my dark apartment. Silence welcomes me, soft, reassuring. I let my clothes fall to the floor, one by one, without a thought. My bare feet stick to the parquet.The bathroom draws me like a refuge. I turn on the tap, scalding water gushes out. I slip under the shower, close my eyes. The water flows over my skin, washing away sweat, salt, the smell of his body. But nothing e
GABRIELSilence is a blade.It sinks into me deeper than her cries, deeper than her body. It burns me from within.I am still inside her. I feel it. And already hatred returns, dull, suffocating, like an oil slick overwhelming me.I pull away with a sharp, almost violent gesture. She barely moans, a cut-off breath, and her body falls heavily back onto the rumpled mattress. Her breath is short, ragged. Her thighs remain slightly parted, marked by my hands, by my rage.I feel like vomiting.I straighten up, stagger, sweat drips from my neck to my lower back. My heart pounds so hard I feel it might burst. My hands still tremble. I look at them as if they don't belong to me.A man's hands. Or a monster's.She turns her head towards me. Her eyes gleam in the half-light, still wet. And that smile. That fucking smile, faint, almost invisible. As if she'd won.— Don't… don't look at me like that.My v
CLÉMENCEHe is inside me.Finally.And he fucks me as if it were the only way to erase me.His first thrust is a thunderclap, tearing me open in one go, deep, merciless. A hoarse cry is torn from my throat, uncontrollable. My thighs clench around his hips, drawing him in even harder. He growls, animal, his fingers digging into my flesh.— Fuck… Clémence…His voice trembles, low, strangled. No tenderness, nothing but a burning rage and a desire he tries to smother under brutality. His hips slap against mine with a violent, sharp, steady rhythm that makes me lose all control.Each time he thrusts, I feel myself splitting, opening wider. Pain mingles with pleasure, inseparable, and I surrender to it.I arch beneath him, grab his rain-soaked hair, pull it back roughly.— Harder, Gabriel… more…He crushes me under his weight, his hands pinning me to the ma
ClaraDay breaks.But it warms nothing.The sky is white, dull. Even the sun seems absent this morning.I got up before dawn. Not out of need. By instinct.Out of fear too. Fear of what I might see when opening that door.And yet, I head towards i
JadeI gently close the kitchen door, without a sound. As if Clara were still there, listening, lurking behind a wall, ready to pounce. But no. She's gone.Finally.And not just gone. Ejected.I pour myself another coffee. It's lukewarm. I don't care. It's not the tast
JadeI'm not sleeping.I never really sleep.Sleep is for those who have peace.Me, I calculate.Lying in this makeshift bed, between sheets that aren't mine, I soak it in.I let the fabric, the air, the shadows get used to my presence.I become familiar. I become normal.And slowly, I replace.The
ClaraThe car pulls into the driveway.I see it through the slats of the Venetian blind, just barely open enough for my eyes to slip through unseen. The engine purrs for a moment, then dies. One door slams. Another follows, less sharp.And then, their voices.Him, lower than usual. Almost gentle.H







