**TW** Dark desire

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**Trigger Warning** Reason: Stalking, Knife play

 

I never meant to follow her. At least, that’s the lie I keep whispering to myself. But the truth is simpler, uglier. I wanted her, and desire makes predators out of saints.

She moved through the city at night as though it belonged to her. The streets bent around her heels, and the dim lights clung to the curve of her body. I kept my distance, though my pulse betrayed me, pounding like a drum of hunger. Every glance, every sway of her hips fed the fire I could no longer smother.

When she slipped into the abandoned theater, I hesitated. I should have left. But the shadow inside me my dark desire dragged me in. The air was thick with dust and silence, broken only by the echo of her footsteps. She knew I was there. I felt it in the way she slowed, the way her breath deepened, as if inviting the chase.

I closed the distance. My hand hovered just behind her shoulder, not touching, but close enough for the heat between us to spark. Her perfume lingered sweet, dangerous and I wanted to drown in it.

“Why are you following me?” she asked, her voice low, velvet wrapped around steel.

My answer caught in my throat. Because I crave you. Because the thought of your lips, your skin, your surrender, has carved itself into my bones.

But before I could speak, she turned, and the glint of a blade flashed in her hand. My hunger collided with ***, twisting into something sharper, darker. She smiled not frightened, but daring me.

And I realized then: the game was never mine to begin with.

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