Fallen for the Dark
“I can’t stop it. I… I want it. Even if it’s dangerous.”
“Good,” he said. His smirk deepened. “Because desire… obsession… they are not to be denied. And you’re already tangled in the flames.”
I wanted to resist, wanted to pull back, wanted to breathe in safety—but the fire had me. My thoughts scattered, my pulse thundering, every nerve alive. Then came the moment I had feared: a slip, a clue I wasn’t ready for.
A folded note landed at my feet, damp from the fog. I picked it up, trembling. The words were sharp, precise: