The colours of love

I pulled my thin coat tighter around my shoulders, trying to block out the chill that had nothing to do with the weather. 

The Carpathian woods had always been my little escape after a long day at the bakery. 

The tall pines felt like quiet friends, and the soft moss under my boots made the world feel softer somehow. 

At nineteen, my life was nothing special just waking up before the sun to knead dough, smiling at the same customers every morning, and saving every spare coin in a jar under my bed. I would scribble silly dreams in my notebook sometimes, about hopping on a train to Prague and seeing all those bright city lights. 

Nothing wild, Just normal. But tonight the air felt different. Heavy. Like something was holding its breath. 

Dark clouds rolled in low, and the first rumble of thunder made my stomach tighten. 

I walked faster, my old backpack bumping against my back with every step. Inside it I had half a loaf of yesterday’s bread and my notebook. Nothing anyone would want. A twig snapped behind me and i stopped dead, my heart beating against my ribs.

 “Hello?” My voice came out tiny, almost lost in the trees, there was no answer. Just the wind rustling the leaves like it was whispering secrets. I tried to laugh it off. “Probably just a deer. 

Don’t be ridiculous, Elara”. But my feet moved quicker anyway.

The path twisted ahead, roots snaking across the dirt like they wanted to grab my ankles. Then another sound, this time heavier and closer. Footsteps? Breathing? It didn’t feel like any animal I knew. 

Fear prickled up my arms and before I knew it, i broke into a run. Branches whipped my face and arms, leaving stinging little cuts. My backpack slipped off one shoulder but I didn’t stop, neither did I care. 

My chest burned. Old stories my grandmother used to tell flooded my head, beasts that walked like men, blood feuds in these mountains, girls who went into the woods and never came home. I used to giggle at them. Tonight they didn’t feel like stories anymore. I ran harder. Boots pounded the ground. Trees closed in tighter, strong arms grabbed me from behind.

A big, rough hand clamped over my mouth before I could scream. Another arm pinned mine to my sides, I thrashed and kicked, heart beating frantically in my chest, but the man holding me was huge. Solid muscle. He lifted me clean off the ground like I weighed nothing.

“Quiet, little one,” a deep, gravelly voice growled right against my ear. The sound vibrated through me and sent an unwanted shiver down my spine. “Struggling only makes it sweeter for me.”

I kept fighting .

Tears burned my eyes and spilled over. He smelled like pine and woodsmoke and something wild that made my head spin. His chest was hard against my back. I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong. Lower down, something thick and hard pressed against me through his pants. My face went hot with shame. 

How could my body even notice that right now? 

He carried me deeper into the trees, away from the path, moving like the forest belonged to him. I tried to scream again but his hand stayed tight. My muffled cries sounded so weak. When he finally eased his hand off my mouth a little, the words tumbled out in a shaky rush.

“Please let me go. I don’t know you. I’ve never hurt anyone. Please, I just want to go home.”

He leaned in closer. His lips brushed my ear, hot breath making me tremble. “You will know me very well soon, Elara.”

What?!

He knew my name. My stomach dropped. How did he know my name?

Rain started falling then, cold drops hitting my flushed cheeks. Thunder rolled louder, matching the storm inside me. I was terrified, legs weak, heart racing, but underneath the fear there was this strange, warm flutter low in my belly.

I hated it. I didn’t want to feel anything except fear. 

He lowered me onto the soft moss but kept me pinned under him. His huge body covered mine completely. One knee nudged my legs apart. His free hand slid down my side, slow and sure, feeling the curve of my waist through my wet dress.

“Such soft skin,” he murmured, voice thick with something dark. “So untouched. I’m going to enjoy this.”

I shook my head fast, tears mixing with rain. “No please. I’m just a girl from the village. I bake bread. That’s all. Why are you doing this?”

He looked down at me. 

His eyes glowed faintly in the dark amber, like a wolf’s. 

That scared me more than anything. “Because your blood took everything from me. Now I’m taking everything from you.” 

I didn’t understand. “My blood? What are you talking about? I don’t have any family left. It’s only me.”

He smiled, but it wasn’t kind. It was cold and hungry.

“Exactly. You’re the last one. Perfect for breaking.” 

His hand kept moving, brushing over my hip. Every touch felt like fire on my skin. My heart raced. Part of me wanted to fight harder, scream until someone heard. Another part a small, shameful part wondered what those hands would feel like without the dress between us.

“Stop touching me like that,” I whispered, voice cracking. “It’s wrong. I’ve never, I’ve never been with anyone.”

“I know,” he said, softer now, but his eyes stayed dark.

“That makes it better. You’re going to learn everything from me. How to obey. How to feel pleasure even when you’re afraid.”

The rain fell harder, soaking us both. I shivered, but not just from the cold. His body heat pressed into me, warm and solid. I could feel how hard he was against my thigh. My face burned hotter.

“What’s your name?” I asked, trying to sound brave even though my voice shook.

“Damien,” he answered. “Damien Voss. Remember it. You’ll be screaming it soon.”

I swallowed hard. “Damien please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone. Just take me back to the village.”

He shook his head slowly. “Too late for that, little one. You’re mine now. Every tear. Every shiver. Every sound you make when I touch you.”

His fingers traced my jaw, then tilted my chin up so I had to look at him. “You feel it already, don’t you? That pull. Your body knows what it wants even if your mind is fighting.”

I wanted to deny it, but a fresh wave of warmth spread between my legs. Shame flooded me. “No I don’t. I’m scared. That’s all.”

He leaned down until his lips almost touched mine. “Fear and need can live together. I’m going to show you.”

He leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. His breath was hot. “You will know me very well soon, little one. And when I’m finished, you’ll beg me not to stop.”

Thunder crashed overhead. Rain poured down. I lay there under him, breathing fast, tears mixing with rain on my cheeks.

I hated him for taking me. I feared what he would do next. But deep down, a tiny part of me already wondered how his touch would feel when he stopped holding back. 

Damien stood up slowly and pulled me with him. 

He lifted me into his arms again like I weighed nothing. “Time to go home. My home.”

I didn’t fight as he carried me through the rain. My body felt tired from running and struggling. My mind spun with questions and fear.

Who was this man? Why did he hate my blood? And why did my body keep reacting to him even when my heart screamed to run?

The estate lights appeared through the trees ahead big, dark stone walls hidden deep in the mountains. It looked beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Damien’s voice rumbled against my ear as we got closer. “Welcome to your new life, Elara. The lessons start tonight.”

I closed my eyes tight, fresh tears falling. I was scared. I was ashamed. But I couldn’t stop the small, secret shiver that ran through me at his words. This was only the beginning.