In a single, fluid motion, Abyzou rolled on top of him, pinning Theo's wrists above his head with one strong hand. Theo's chest heaved, panic and something far more dangerous flooding his veins.
Theo: "Abyzou…What… what are you d.....?" *Theo whispered, his voice trembling*
But before he could say anything more, Abyzou shifted closer, the faint scent of fire and spice wrapping around Theo.
Abyzou leaned closer, his face inches away.his breath warm against Theo's skin
Abyzou's gaze was intense, a silent promise in the darkness.
Abyzou: "I was waiting for you" he murmured,
With his free hand, Abyzou's fingers traced a slow, deliberate line along Theo's cheek, his thumb brushing over his lips in a featherlight caress. Theo's breath hitched at the intimacy of the gesture, a shiver dancing down his spine.
Abyzou : "You're mine," *murmured, his voice a soft, smoky whisper., and then he leaned in.*
Their lips met, soft at first — a gentle brush that made Theo's head spin. Then Abyzou deepened the kiss, his fingers sliding into Theo's hair, tilting his head back. Theo's body burned under the demon's touch, his heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. He felt Abyzou's weight pressing him down, every breath shared between them, every beat of his heart echoing in the quiet of the night.
For a moment, Theo was lost in it — the taste of Abyzou's lips, the searing heat of his touch. It was dizzying, overwhelming — and terrifying in a way that made Theo feel both helpless and alive.
Then, slowly, the dream began to dissolve. Abyzou's touch faded, the weight of his body slipping away like mist. Theo's eyes fluttered open.
He was alone. His sheets were tangled around him, his body still humming with the ghost of that forbidden touch. The room was silent, the only sound his ragged breathing.
He gasped, sitting up in his bed, the morning light flooding in through the window. His breath came in shallow bursts, his pulse thundering in his ears.
Theo: "It was just a dream,"but why I feel so
*whispered*
and then his fingers brushing over his lips as if he could still feel Abyzou's kiss.
Then He looked around, but there was no sign of the demon king. No flicker of red in the shadows. Just the quiet morning and the weight of a dream that felt far too real.
He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself. The bed was empty, the room quiet. And yet… his skin still tingled, the echo of that kiss burned into his memory.
Theo stared down at his hands, feeling the faintest tremor..
Theo : what kind of dream is that It had felt too real. Too vivid.
Theo: what just happened,o me , I'm so confused it's a just dream or real.? I need to forget about it. But the kiss it's flat so i never feel like this. It's so wired.
He looked under the blanket
Theo: O No..How can I'm *** ..
Theo: Its not real , Stop thinking about it. But I can't. I don't know anymore what should I do.? Nobody gonna believe me.
He needed someone to talk to. Someone who wouldn't laugh. Who would listen.
Theo : Should I meet Mr. Li ? I haven't meet him from that night.. Hmm it's right. I need to book appointment. hm.* Nodded*
To be continue.