Mag-log inDAVINAI sighed, propping myself up as I looked around in the darkness.All these fuckass trees look the fucking same.I huffed noisily, tapping my phone angrily as the battery sign blinked twice across the screen before it went black.I heard a twig snap, I twisted my neck, trying to see if it was Levi.“Hello,” I called out, being met with an echo of my own voice as the chirps of crickets got louder.I eventually gave up, feeling my way through the pitch black woods.My sundress caught on twigs, ripping in different places as I walked further.Something in the distance caught my eye, I squinted, eventually giving up as I trudged up the muddy path.The strange object hung from a branch, moonlight bouncing off it.I leapt up, wincing as pebbles dug into my heels on landing.I groaned, kicking the tree in frustration.What the fuck is even the point of this? Isn't this supposed to be a sexy chase.I inhaled slowly, letting my thoughts simmer for a bit as I tried to think of a way to ge
DAVINAHis hands hovered over my hips, the air between us heavy and thick with desire, charged with lust.I edged closer to him, closing my thighs a bit so they rubbed against his.He let out a low gasp as his hardness pressed against my hot, dripping core.I lowered my head, my raven hair shielding my face as I whispered into his ear, “Touch me.”I reached back, placing his hand on my hip, guiding the other to the swell of my bosom.He shivered underneath me, his cock twitching as he pulled me closer than I thought was humanly possible.He drew my head back softly, his golden eyes a dark brown as he crashed his lips against mine, fondling my nipples as I slowly moved my hips against his groin.I moaned, giving him access to my mouth. He darted his tongue into my mouth, wrestling for dominance as he drew back shortly, eyes hooded as he placed his lips on my necks, his other hand inching towards my core.He teased my entrance, gently nibbling and sucking on my nape as he did so.I sn
DAVINAThe door shut behind us, and the sound changed.The bass wasn’t just music anymore, it was a heartbeat, massive and inescapable, filling the room until it felt like the rhythm was inside me. My pulse latched onto it, unwilling, traitorous, like my body already knew where it had been brought.The room opened wide, cavernous, larger than it should have been, as if the walls had been peeled back from reality itself. Shadows clung to the ceiling, rolling in waves, caught by flashes of red and violet light. They pulsed in time with the bass, making the space feel alive, breathing.Bodies moved everywhere, dozens, maybe hundreds. Masked faces glittered in the dim light, feathers and leather, gilded edges catching sparks of brightness before sinking back into shadow. The air was thick with heat, perfume, sweat, and incense. A slow-moving fog coiled across the ground, curling around ankles like it was alive, like it wanted to drag us under.My throat tightened. My skin prickled. Eve
LEVIShe stormed out of the café, sundress flashing pale gold in the sunlight, her steps sharp enough to cut the air. She didn’t look back, but I would follow her. Always. I didn’t rush, I gave her time to let her anger simmer in her steps. I moved with the rhythm of her anger, a steady shadow at her back. I’ve learned her patterns, the tilt of her chin when she was furious, the way her fingers twitched when she was about to spin around and unleash the fire trapped in her chest.She didn’t disappoint.She whirled, hair flying, eyes lit with betrayal. “It was you!”I stopped two steps away, enough for her to feel space between us, but not enough for escape. I didn’t insult her with a lie. I meet her gaze and let silence answer.Her breath came fast and shallow. “You made me lose my job.”I inclined my head once. “Yes.”The word hit her like a slap. Her whole body stiffened.“I could live with you watching me,” she spat, her voice shaking. “I could live with you showing up uninvited, s
DAVINAI left my apartment with my stomach in knots, the sundress swishing around my knees like it belonged to a different woman. A softer woman. A hopeful woman. Not me, not today. My sandals clicked against the pavement as I walked, my head full of questions and curses and the faint, guilty flicker of anticipation.I should’ve thrown the dress back in the box, should’ve ignored the flowers, should’ve crumpled the note into nothing. But I couldn’t. Not when it was him.I didn’t even know his name.For a year now he’d been this looming presence in my life, always there, always watching. Sometimes in the shadows, sometimes stepping in like some twisted guardian angel. I’d seen him in alleys, on empty streets, once at my own front door. We’d crossed lines no one should cross, blurred boundaries until I couldn’t tell if I wanted to claw at him or cling to him. We’d had sex—hungry, reckless, unplanned and it had left me burning, both ashamed and desperate for more.But the truth? I didn’t
DAVINAI woke up that morning the same way I always did, groggy, limbs heavy, my alarm buzzing insistently on the nightstand like it had something personal against me. My body wanted to sink back into the sheets, to curl back into that shallow warmth, but habit had me dragging myself upright. I stretched, spine popping, and blinked at the faint streaks of dawn light that filtered through the blinds. It was a Thursday. Just another ordinary weekday or at least that’s what I thought.My mornings had a rhythm, almost mechanical. Shower first, the water beating against my shoulders as I tried to scrub away the heaviness of sleep. Then coffee, dark and slightly bitter with just enough sugar to cut the edge. I’d sip it slowly at the counter, scrolling through headlines on my phone, catching myself frowning at the latest disasters splashed across the news. Then the routine wardrobe panic, rifling through hangers, debating which blouse looked professional but not stiff, which skirt sai
NIAThis was ridiculous. I was seated in the third row of my class. It was the first time I was taking a class like this, and I had only done it on a whim because it seemed easy and I needed good grades, and this seemed like a good enough investment. Of course, I had heard the professor was hot,
NIAI groaned lowly, shuffling around to get more comfortable as consciousness slowly came to me, my senses awakening. The first thing I felt was the smooth fabric of the bed sheet underneath my skin and the distinct weight of a heavy blanket thrown over me. I could feel a strong, muscular arm wra
NIA My lips parted as my breath left my body in a gasp, the sound raw and ragged. My eyes fluttered as my fingers curled around the mattress, bunching up the fabric in a desperate attempt to still hold onto some semblance of self control. I couldn't help but whimper, my thoughts slowing down to
NIAMy lips parted nervously as I inhaled and exhaled, trying my best to breathe evenly. Even as I walked further away from the stage, I could feel Damian's eyes on me intently, analyzing my every move and step. My fingers twitched by my sides, my index and thumb rubbing together without rhythm as







