Fallen for the Dark
“Because some flames… aren’t meant to be controlled. Some obsessions… aren’t meant to be tamed. And some people… are impossible to resist.”
The fog swallowed him again, but the electricity lingered. I was trembling, not just from desire, but from the realization that the first real obstacle had arrived—not someone watching from the shadows, not the city, not rumors—but me. My own obsession, my own surrender, my own dangerous choice to follow him into fire I couldn’t escape.
Even as I walked away from the pier, alone in the fog, heart hammering, pulse racing, I knew the truth. This secret meeting wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning. And I was already consumed.