LOGINJulio / Helio From that point on, it was no longer me—it was Riley.I blacked out completely. I didn’t know what happened after that, not really. My head had already been a mess even before Riley took over, tangled with years of pressure, anger, and exhaustion. It felt like my human side simply shut down, worn out from everything my life had been. Maybe I needed a break more than I ever realized.Sunlight streamed into my eyes.For a moment, I didn’t know where I was.Slowly, I opened my eyes and sat up on the bed, my body feeling unnaturally light and refreshed. Too refreshed. I looked down at my hands, a strange realization settling in—not only did I feel rested, I felt powerful.“What did you do?”Her voice cut through the haze, and instantly her scent flooded my senses.Idara.Memory slammed back into place.I had come to her house last night.I snapped my head up and found her standing in front of the mirror, wrapped in a bathrobe with a towel tied around her head. Her neck was
Julio / HelioI left the place burning with anger, my feet carrying me as far away from them as possible. When we reached the car, I stopped abruptly and turned to Denver, a deep frown etched on my face.“I’d like to be alone,” I said.He bowed slightly in understanding before stepping aside. I got into the car, the driver following suit.My hands curled into fists, rage still boiling in my chest. I reached for my tie and yanked it loose, my breathing coming out heavy and uneven.“Don’t take me home,” I ordered. “Just drive around the city.”The driver did exactly as told. I leaned my head back against the seat, forcing myself to breathe slowly, one breath at a time, trying to calm the storm inside me.I didn’t even notice when evening fell until the driver finally spoke.“Should I take you home now, sir?”Home.That place felt suffocating—called my home, yet never truly was.Waiting there was an ex-wife who was never really mine and a child who believed I was his father. If only she
A low growl rumbled from deep within him, vibrating against my skin. Then, without warning, whatever he had used to bite me withdrew, replaced by the slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue as he licked the wound.I couldn’t wrap my head around it.The CEO—Mr. Julio Chester—was in my room, on my bed, behaving like some kind of animal.And yet, the strangest part of it all was this:I wasn’t scared anymore.I should have been. Any sane person would be terrified. But instead, my body felt oddly calm, almost attuned to him.Without any warning, his weight suddenly crashed down on me. My eyes flew open wide.“Mr. Chester?” I called breathlessly.No response.Panic surged through me and I pushed against him, struggling. Damn, he was heavy—far heavier than he looked. It took everything in me to shift him, but eventually, with effort, I managed to roll him partly off me. His body went slack, completely limp.Breathing hard, I turned my head to look at him.I should call the police.That was the
Idara Throughout the entire workday, my mind was in turmoil. I couldn't focus on anything. What happened in his office kept replaying in my head. I'm not sure he's even human—do normal people's eyes change color like that? I'm seriously considering quitting before they fire me, but I desperately need the paycheck. The last thing I want is to add more worry to my mom's plate; she's already stressed enough about me. Now a pounding headache is setting in. As soon as the clock hit closing time, I stood up quickly. "Hey, want to head out together?" Eliot called out. I plastered a smile on my face, but then I remembered the CEO—he clearly doesn't like me being around Eliot. Why is that? We left the building side by side anyway. "I can give you a ride home if you'd like," he offered kindly. My eyes widened in surprise, but for some reason I just shook my head. "No... thanks, I'll manage on my own," I replied quickly. He nodded understandingly. "Alright then, get home safe," he said with
Idara“Y-your… your eyes,” I whispered, taking a step back.Fear wrapped tightly around my chest, squeezing the breath out of me.He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned his head toward the door. I followed his gaze instinctively, my heart hammering wildly.God, I want to run.My mind was a mess, panic, confusion, dread—everything crashing into each other at once. And just then, the door opened.How did he even know someone was coming?This time, it wasn’t anyone I recognized.A woman stepped inside. She had short hair, sharp eyes, and wore a fitted suit that screamed authority. She was tall, composed, professional—the kind of woman who looked like she always knew what was going on.“I guess this is her,” she said calmly, directing her words to Mr. Chester.He turned to look at me again.My stomach dropped.Were they part of some cult?And was I the sacrifice?A thousand thoughts rushed through my head all at once.“I almost lost it,” Mr. Chester said to the woman, his eyes never leaving
IdaraWhen we reached the door, the man stepped aside and gestured politely, a small smile on his face.“I’m Denver,” he said as he opened it for me.I honestly didn’t care what his name was. Right now, fear was doing somersaults in my stomach. I didn’t want to lose this job and end up back at square one again.I swallowed hard and walked in, my heart pounding faster than normal.Oh God, please help me.The office was huge—far larger than I had imagined—but my anxiety didn’t allow me to take in much of it. My eyes went straight ahead.His chair was empty.Only his desk stood there, papers neatly arranged like they’d been measured and placed with precision. Above the seat, mounted on the wall, was the head of a wolf.For a moment, I tried to convince myself it was just decoration. Plastic, maybe.I was about to take another step when I suddenly stopped.I felt it.A presence behind me.My eyes widened. Slowly, I turned—and found myself face to face with him.Mr. Chester.The CEO.My bo







