CHAPTER XV
Today, I had to take Aurora's sister back to her house — she wasn't feeling well. If I'm being honest, this wasn't something I truly wanted to do… but I had no choice. It was necessary. Whether for the sake of appearance or something else entirely, I had to play the role.
I helped Aurora's sister into my car, and we began the drive to her home. She gave me directions along the way, her voice soft, almost fragile. As we turned down a road cloaked in mist and mystery, I slowly realized something that brought a faint, involuntary smile to my lips — this world I had entered... it wasn't an ordinary one. It was the realm of fairies.
Aurora… was a fairy.
And suddenly, it all made sense — why the Devil had chosen her, why the monster had fallen for her. Her very essence must've shimmered with the kind of magic that pulls even the darkest creatures into light.
When I finally reached her home, I was stunned. Her house stood beautifully amidst glowing trees and wind-charmed whispers, like it had been painted by the dreams of a child. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen — elegant, enchanting, and hauntingly perfect.
I walked up and rang the bell, heart steady but curious.
Aurora opened the door.
Her eyes met mine for the briefest second before they slid to her sister.
"Aurora," I said, keeping my tone even, "Your sister wasn't feeling well. I thought it best to bring her home myself."
But Aurora shook her head and gave a faint smile. "Nexa… she doesn't live here. She stays at the house next door. Could you please drop her there instead? I… I can't go right now. I'm not exactly dressed properly."
I glanced at her — her hair loose, a soft robe wrapped around her. There was something raw and unfinished about her appearance, like I'd caught her in a moment too personal to witness. I nodded politely.
"No problem," I said, gently leading her sister next door and making sure she was safe.
Then, without even fully understanding why, I found myself walking back toward Aurora's door. Something pulled me — curiosity, maybe. Or something deeper.
This time when I knocked, she didn't say a word.
The door creaked open… and Aurora stood there, but she didn't meet my eyes. She didn't offer an explanation. She simply reached out, her delicate fingers wrapping around my wrist with surprising urgency.
And without a single word, she pulled me inside — quietly, gently, as if we were stepping into a secret only the two of us were meant to know.
I didn't resist. I couldn't.
Because something about this girl, this fairy, this strange and soft creature the Devil wanted so badly — made me forget, even if only for a moment, why I had come here in the first place.
Aurora gently led me to the couch and sat beside me.
Her fingers brushed against mine—soft, hesitant, and yet purposeful. That fleeting contact sparked something electric, something I wasn't ready for. There was a tremble in her hand, like she was holding back an ocean of emotion, like this moment was heavier for her than she dared to admit. And in her eyes... there was a shift. A depth I hadn't noticed before. They shimmered not just with beauty, but with truth. A truth trying to find the courage to speak.
"Nexa," she whispered, almost afraid her words might break whatever fragile thing was forming between us, "I think… I'm beginning to like you."
My heart skipped a beat. Not because I hadn't imagined this possibility, but because hearing it—so raw, so real—from her lips felt like the ground had shifted beneath me.
"I don't know why," she continued, her voice steadier now, but her grip on my hand tightening, "but ever since our first meeting, something inside me has changed. I can't stop thinking about you… your eyes, your voice, the way you carry so much pain behind your smile. I want you to feel the same for me... I hope you do."
The words didn't just echo in my mind—they carved themselves into my chest. Her vulnerability left me speechless. This wasn't some rehearsed confession. It wasn't planned or perfect. It was messy and real and brave.
And I… I didn't know what to say. Because the truth was—I was afraid. This was too sudden. Too honest. Too much.
But her sincerity was undeniable.
So I steadied my breath and asked gently, "Aurora… what is it that you feel for me? I want to understand… in your words."
She moved closer. Just a few inches, but it felt like the world shifted with her. The air between us grew still—thick with unspoken things. Her scent surrounded me, light and natural, like jasmine in bloom after a soft rain. There was something disarming about it—something that made me feel both at ease and completely exposed.
Her clothes were loose and flowing, whispering softly as she moved, and every detail of her—the way the light danced in her eyes, the graceful curve of her jaw, the small nervous smile playing at her lips—was so breathtakingly beautiful it was almost surreal. She wasn't trying to be anything other than who she was. And maybe that was what made her so magnetic.
"I feel drawn to you," she said, her voice no longer trembling but laced with emotion. "When I look at you, it's like the world blurs out. I want to protect you. To be close to you. To know every piece of you—not just the strong face you show, but everything beneath it."
Her hands reached out, slow and deliberate, resting on my shoulders like she was asking permission—permission to be close, to be trusted. I didn't flinch. I couldn't. Every nerve in my body was suddenly alive, and all I could do was hold my breath as she leaned in.
Her lips hovered just a heartbeat away from mine. There was no rush. No demand. Just a pause… long enough for doubt to sneak in, long enough for fear to whisper, This is wrong.
But then she kissed me.
And everything else fell away.
It wasn't desperate. It wasn't forced. It was gentle but full of longing. A kiss that held a story. Her fingers clutched softly at the fabric of my shirt, like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go. Her lips moved against mine like she'd waited a long time—like she didn't know how much time we had, but she wanted this moment to count.
And me?
I didn't push her away.
I should have. I knew the Devil might be watching. I knew the lines between truth and manipulation were dangerously thin. But I couldn't move. Not because of weakness. But because… for the first time in what felt like forever, someone wanted me—not what I could offer, not what I pretended to be—but the broken, guarded version of myself I rarely let anyone see.
And in that moment, I wanted to be wanted.
So when my hands finally moved, they found her wrists. Not to stop her. Not to break the moment. But to feel something steady… something real.
Because even if this was dangerous, even if I would regret it later…
Right now, I just wanted to stay.
Aurora leaned back, the air between us suddenly charged. Her voice, previously playful, had deepened, taking on a velvety, almost dangerous quality. "If you want to stop," she murmured, her eyes locking with mine, "just say the word. Or... let me do what I want."
My breath hitched. Her words were a challenge, a dare. I met her gaze, searching for any flicker of doubt, any hint of hesitation. There was none. Only a captivating allure that drew me in. I reached out, my fingers finding the curve of her jaw, her cheekbone. Gently, I cupped her head, drawing her closer, until our foreheads touched. Then, I kissed her.
The world tilted. All the carefully constructed walls I'd built around myself crumbled. It wasn't love, not yet. It was something more primal, a raw and undeniable pull. Aurora was a force, a whirlwind of captivating energy, and I was lost in it. Every thought, every worry, every doubt dissolved. It was just her, and me, in a moment that felt both fleeting and eternal. This wasn't a love story, I realized, but a captivating dance of attraction, a flame that might burn brightly, or perhaps, flicker out with the dawn. But in that moment, I was consumed, and I didn't care.
Her lips met mine, and the world narrowed to the taste of her, the press of her body against mine. Time dissolved. There were no more thoughts, only sensations. Her hands found their way to my hair, deepening the kiss, and I responded in kind, my own hands tracing the curve of her back, pulling her closer. The initial tentative exploration of the kiss became a passionate dance, a desperate need to be closer, to meld into one. Every touch was a spark, igniting a fire within me. I forgot who I was, where I was, everything except the intoxicating reality of her. With each stolen breath, each stolen moment, I felt myself falling deeper, unable to resist the pull, the intoxicating allure of her.
The kiss broke, leaving us breathless, our bodies humming with a newfound energy. Her eyes, still locked with mine, held a mixture of desire and something more profound, a question I couldn't quite decipher. I whispered, "More?"
A slow smile spread across her face, a silent promise of the storm to come. "Always," she breathed, and with that single word, the world tilted again. Her fingers intertwined with mine, and she led me forward, into a world where only we existed, a world of whispered promises and unspoken desires. The air crackled with anticipation, a silent symphony of longing. Every touch, every glance, was a step further into the unknown, and I followed, willingly lost in the captivating maze of her embrace.
To be continue....