Chloe JaneI thought I was ready for answers, but nothing could have prepared me for this.As I retreat to my bedroom, my fingers tremble against the cold doorknob. The revelation, the shock, and now this heavy silence consume me, drowning me in a sea of confusion and pain. I close the door behind me; the click echoing in the room like the final word in a long and terrible argument. My back slides down against it, and I sit there on the floor, my knees drawn up to my chest.The darkness of the room doesn’t bother me. It’s been my constant companion since that fateful day. But tonight, it feels different. It’s heavier, suffocating, filled with the weight of truths I never wanted to know.Ruin’s words replay in my head, each one a hammer blow to the fragile construct of my world. Seeing his true form caused my blindness? How can I even begin to process this?Tears threaten to spill, but I hold them back. I’ve cried enough over the years, and tonight, I refuse to let the tears win. It’s

Chloe Jane“Finding meadows seems to be a specialty of yours,” I say as Ruin leads me away from the cabin. It’s a humid day outside, but Ruin says it’s incredibly overcast; the type where you know a storm is about to hit.“Well, I know what you like, dove, so that makes it easy for me,” he says, then he lifts my hand and kisses it. Something happened between us last night, something that’s made me be more bold with him and vice versa. During breakfast together, he would take every opportunity to caress my skin with his fingers. It’s almost as if he’s getting more comfortable with his feelings for me, and I know he feels something for me too. I could tell from the way he allowed me to touch him this morning and the way he didn’t stiffen up when I called him by his real name.“Alright, this seems to be it,” he says, and I can hear the gentle lapping of a body of water close by. “Give me a sec.”He lets go of my hand and I breathe in the hot air while listening to him move about. I can

RuinShe looks up at me with such trust in her eyes and it shatters and heals my heart anew. “It’s going to hurt for a moment, but I promise I’ll make you feel good,” I say and she nods. “If it’s too much, please tell me, dove.”“I will,” she says and I watch as she swallows deeply. Taking her hand I’m still holding, I move it above her head and get myself ready, hoping to Gods that I don’t get carried away.I breathe out, then grit my teeth as I slowly push inside her. Fuck, she’s so tight around me. Everything in me wants to drive home and fuck her hard, but I know I can’t … she needs gentle, not the beast yet.She sucks in a sharp breath and I swallow the sound with a kiss as I slowly push in all the way, her heartbeat matching its tempo with mine as I start to move slowly. Her body is tense as I move against her, getting her accustomed to my size.The thunder rumbles overhead, a soundtrack to the passion that’s unfurling between us. I deepen the kiss, my tongue meeting hers, explo

Ruin As dawn creeps through the curtains, I stir from a deep, peaceful sleep, the kind I haven’t known in years. The warmth of Chloe Jane’s presence beside me is a comfort that has quickly become a necessity. But as I reach out, expecting to find her there, my hand meets only the cold, empty sheets. Panic grips me as I throw off the covers and jump out of bed, my heart racing. “Chloe Jane!” I call out, my voice echoing in the silent cabin. No response. My mind races with worst-case scenarios. Did she wander outside? Is she hurt? The thought of her in any kind of danger sends a surge of adrenaline through me. I hurry out of the bedroom, every muscle tensed, prepared for anything. But nothing could have prepared me for what I see. Chloe Jane is sitting in the middle of the living room on the single seater, her hands moving rhythmically in the air. Her eyes, usually a soft unseeing opal with a blue ring, are completely white, like frosted glass. My first thought is fear—has someth

Ruin The rain pounds on the cabin roof as I return with bags of groceries. I can’t shake the unease gnawing at me, a feeling that something is off. But as I step inside, my eyes immediately lock onto Chloe Jane, sitting on the couch, her posture tense. “Chloe Jane,” I call out, my voice laced with concern. She startles, as if lost in her thoughts, then looks at me with eyes that betray a mix of confusion and distress. “What’s wrong, dove?” I ask, setting the groceries down in the kitchen and hurrying to her side. She bites her bottom lip, a telltale sign that something is on her mind and when she starts to fiddle with the hem of her dress, I can tell it’s major. Not to mention the stress I can feel from her mark on my nape. I take her hand in mine and draw my other hand to her chin to turn her head. She peers up at me with those unseeing eyes, then her voice cuts through the sound of the rain pattering against the windows. “Halo has been talking to me,” she starts as I caress the