SERAPHINE
He came back with a jacket around his arm, which surprised me.
Too cold for this dress, he murmured, voice low and velvety, a dangerous edge hiding under calm control.
My heart racing, pulse hammering . but the composure returned quickly. "I like cold," I replied with a teasing smirk. "Keeps the weak away."
He didn't smile.
Instead, his gaze drilled into me, measuring, claiming, controlling.
"You're freeze, he said.
I laughed softly, though the sound was shaky.
"Survival isn't enough for you," he said, stepping closer. The air between them thickened. Every inch of him radiated danger. "I want more."
My breath hitched.
I tried to back away, but his hand shot out, just barely touching my elbow. The contact was brief, yet enough to make my body tremble.
"Do you even understand what you're playing with?" he whispered.
"Do you?" I shot back, voice sharper than I intended.
The pause between us stretched, heavy and electric. His presence was overwhelming a gravity I couldn't resist. My mind screamed to run, yet my body betrayed me.
Azrael tilted his head slightly, eyes dark, unreadable, possessive.
His fingers traced a line along the small of my back, just enough for me to feel the heat of him through the thin silk.
"Everywhere you go, every man who dares look at you… I'll be there," he murmured. "And if anyone touches you… they'll regret it."
I swallowed hard, chest tightening. "And what if I don't want you?"
He stepped closer, close enough that our thighs almost touched. His voice dropped, smooth and dangerous. "Then I'll take what I want anyway."
A shiver ran down my spine. From the raw intensity of his possessiveness.
My heartbeat was wild.
My breath uneven. My mind screaming this is wrong, yet every nerve in my body wanted him closer.
He didn't move. Instead, he leaned even closer, his lips dangerously near my ear.
You look so dangerously stunning to night
I felt kinda embarrassed but wanted to hide my emotions, my red blushed face was already to revealing ,not to hide .
The words wrapped around me like silk and steel, suffocating and thrilling at once.
I wanted to argue. I wanted to run. But I couldn't. Every instinct, every defiance, every reckless streak I had was crumbling under the weight of his obsession.
And in that moment, the balcony, the gala, the city everything else disappeared. It was just me. And him.