LOGINThe blade spun between my fingers in clean, practiced circles.Silver flashed through the dark each time it turned, catching the low amber light from the lamp in the corner before disappearing again. Up. Twist. Catch. Up again.It was the sort of movement that required no thought.Good.Thought had become an inconvenience lately.My room was silent except for the soft click of metal against skin and the distant groan of old pipes somewhere in the walls below. I preferred silence. It asked nothing of me. It did not bring questions I had no interest in answering.The problem was that silence left too much room for memory.A pair of honey-brown eyes rose uninvited behind my own.Dahlia.The blade slipped.A sharp sting kissed the pad of my thumb.I looked down at the thin line of blood gathering there, bright and obscene against pale skin.Annoying.I placed the cut to my tongue without thinking.Copper bloomed warm across it.For one fractured second, my body reacted with violent disapp
I stopped at the flower shop three streets from the apartment because Dahlia once mentioned, absentmindedly, that fresh flowers made a room feel less lonely.She had said it one time, while brushing her teeth, half asleep, foam at the corner of her mouth and hair tied in a crooked knot. I had laughed so hard she threatened to spit toothpaste at me.Now I stood in front of a wall of roses and lilies feeling like an idiot because I could not remember if she preferred white flowers or pink ones.“Need help?” a voice asked brightly.I looked over.The girl behind the counter was pretty in a polished, deliberate kind of way. Her lipstick was perfect. Her smile was practiced. She leaned forward just enough to let me know it was intentional.“For your girlfriend?” she asked.“For my mate,” I corrected.Something in my tone must have landed because her smile faltered for half a second.“Oh,” she said, recovering quickly. “Lucky girl.”I gave her nothing.My attention returned to the flowers.
AIDANI knew Sylas Reid was in the building before I saw him.Some people entered a room loudly, demanding attention with their mouths, their footsteps, their need to be seen.Sylas did it in silence.The temperature shifted first. Then heads turned in small, unconscious ways. Even people who did not know what he was felt him. Predators carried that kind of atmosphere with them. They bent space around themselves.I was sitting on the bench between Damir and Jace, half-listening to them argue over some stupid match replay from last week, when the doors to the rink opened and Sylas walked in with three of his teammates behind him.He wore black training gear, gloves tucked beneath one arm, his expression carved into the same calm arrogance he always carried. Like the world existed for his mild inconvenience.Then he saw me.His steps slowed for half a second.He gave me a small nod in acknowledgment, the kind men gave each other when there were rules around them.I only stared back.Col
Dahlia woke slowly, like her body didn’t quite want to return to the world yet.For a few quiet seconds, she stayed where she was, half-buried in the sheets, her cheek pressed into Aidan’s pillow. It still smelled like him. That same warm, grounding scent that always made something inside her loosen without permission.Then she heard the soft click of keys.Her eyes opened slowly. Aidan sat in the corner of the room, one leg crossed over the other, his laptop balanced on his thigh. The screen cast a pale glow across his face, sharpening the lines of his jaw, the slight furrow between his brows. He looked focused, but not calm. There was something tight in the way his shoulders held, something restless in the way his fingers moved.He hadn’t been sleeping.Of course he hadn’t.She shifted slightly, the sheets rustling beneath her.His head lifted immediately.Their eyes met across the room.And just like that, the tension in him eased. Not completely, never completely, but enough that
Aidan had her pressed against the window before she could even catch her breath.The glass was cool against her back, a sharp contrast to the heat building between them. His mouth found hers with a kind of urgency that felt like it had been waiting all night, all day, maybe longer than that. Dahlia’s fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer as if there was still distance left to close.There wasn’t.Not really.But it didn’t stop her from trying.His hands slid to her waist, firm, grounding, and then lower, lifting her without effort. She gasped softly as her legs wrapped around him, instinctive, natural, like her body had already learned him in ways her mind was still trying to catch up with.“Aidan—”He swallowed the rest of her words with another kiss.Hungry.Not rushed, not careless, but deep enough to make her forget where they were. The party below, the noise, the questions waiting for them… all of it faded into something distant and unimportant.Right now, it was just
AIDANI can barely keep my eyes off her… My palms are sweaty as I watch her in this immaculate red dress. She's stunning. “You're so beautiful.” I confess She turns away from the window slowly and she gives me a breath taking smile. Then she looks away, the colour red painting her skin finely. “You say dangerous things so casually.”“I'm not being casual.” my cock is straining hard against my pants… My mind is murky with the thought of her, nothing about this is casual. My fingers itch to touch her skin, she's mine. And mine alone. I brush a strand of hair from her cheek. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Dahlia.” She looks up, a mixture of shock and excitement fills her eyes and I kiss her. My hand wraps around her waist and I pull her closer to me. We kiss each other with an intensity that could burn the ocean dry. She parts her legs slightly and I lift her dress to expose her legs. My finger brushed the inside of her thigh, pulling a small shiver from her. M
“What's your middle name?” Aidan asked as he lowered me onto his jutting cock. I felt the thick head pressing against my entrance and I shifted, angling my body to the left to let him slip inside me. Suddenly, I felt my tongue watering. I felt him everywhere all at once, the fullness of him was
“Are you sure you don’t want to see Lisa?”“Why would I want to see her?” Aidan asked, leaning against the mirror wall of the elevator.“To talk her out of telling our parents?”The elevator doors opened and I stepped out. “I’ll call her dad.” Aidan said reluctantly Would that be enough?A bitter
“I can't believe I was asleep for eighteen hours.” I said to Aidan, pushing a branch away from my face.The leaves flutter and swoosh in the evening breeze. It's getting colder by the minute and I was glad I had listened to Aidan when he asked me to bring a jacket. “We'll get there soon.” Aidan sa
The moment I see the tall building, I stop. I’m both scared and excited. But the fear is beginning to take over.I think of turning back but the chance of seeing Aidan is tempting. So I take a deep breath and walk faster in case I change my mind, it would be too late to turn around.There’s a few p







