Fallen for the Dark
I was ensnared, caught in a web of desire, danger, and temptation that only he could create.
“You’re… dangerous,” I whispered again, chest heaving, pulse roaring. “And I… I want it anyway.”
“Good,” he said, smirk tugging at his lips, eyes dark and magnetic. “Because I want you too. And some things… some flames… aren’t meant to be resisted. They’re meant to consume.”
Even as he disappeared into the night once more, leaving me trembling and breathless, I knew the truth. I was already lost. Consumed. Falling, fast and reckless, for something that could burn me—or burn me alive in the most intoxicating way possible.