Chaotic Nights

“I can assist you in transforming into whatever you desire most,” he whispered gently, brushing the hair away from her forehead. “Did you truly believe I would genuinely embrace someone as humble as you?” She felt embarrassed, avoiding his gaze and clenching her hands until they turned white. “Even entertaining such thoughts is foolish. You are well aware of my identity…” “Yes, I understand.” The hand that had been toying with her hair now traced down past her chin and wrapped around her throat. Experimenting with the strength of his grip, he gradually increased the pressure, compelling her to meet his gaze. Her breathing turned painful as he lifted her by the neck, causing her heels to lift slightly from the floor. “I also control your sister’s destiny,” he asserted. He could perceive a fracture within her. Her eyes, once resembling the starry night sky, no longer held any stars. As he observed the diminishing spark in her eyes, he eased the pressure of his hands. She couldn’t resist him any longer, and he sensed it intuitively. Like being enveloped in warm water, this sensation was undeniably what he had yearned for. It wasn’t mere lust; it was a distinct craving. Once he acknowledged these sentiments, a desire to dominate her entire world emerged. “If I can’t have you, I’ll dismantle you.”