Hope Mikaelson Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“As opposed to what? Stalking people with hobbies?” His eyes darken. “Don’t speak to me like that.” “Or what?” I seethe, fueling the flames to avoid feeling anything else. “You’re the one in my way.” He doesn’t respond. He still hasn’t moved, his chest barely rising. He just stares with that unnerving black gaze. Through my faux hate, I realize what I’m looking at. Art. Alexei could make a fortune modeling. His features are asymmetrical to a fault. Soft waves of black hair absorbing the moonlight like a black hole.