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She played rightinto the game.
Which surprised even me.
Natalia isn’t exactly predictable, but I know her—or at least I’d like to hope I still do. The years apparently haven’t tarnished her enough for me to lose sight of how she reacts to certain things.
Sebastian played his role well, listened to what I needed from him, and obeyed. I’m yet to know what was said or what he saw, but I don’t care for those minor details.
Having her out of that apartment block alone is enough. Now, she’s out on the streets, soaked to the bone, and I know I have her where I needed her.
Preyed upon.
I stay far enough away to make sure I remain undetected, but if she happens to feel the hairs on her neck begin to stand under the scrutiny of a stalker, she’ll think it’s a moment of madness.
Seeing her ex-lover standing in the rain, watching her from across the street, waiting in the darkness, as if I needed another moment to pounce.
I’ve already shown her once how brazen I am, and this—right here, right now—isn’t a moment of cowardice. This is me preparing to resolve the situation she has rattled in my world. My father is still oblivious to things that have been happening, and I will tell him everything when I have this issue buried six feet under.
I move in, deciding I need to strike, feed enough doubt into her.
She has always been a threat to us, forever living on the periphery of all our lives, and while I had worried about her homecoming and the storm that would accompany her, this is surprisingly easier to contend with.
Natalia acts like she’s hardened to the world, knowing full well what she brings to the table, but I’m aware of her capabilities. She can bring bloodshed, and she can bring war, but she will never be prepared for how I still hold her fragile heart in my palm.
I saw it, back in that car park, the way she placed the bleeding organ in my care, plucked it from her sleeve as if the last seven years dispersed with one touch.
The way her body submitted to me was enough for her to hate herself, but I’ll take each of her staccato breaths, each of her needs, each of her deep-rooted desires, and I’ll twist them until she can’t see straight. She’ll forget every damn intent she has for me.
That’s the beauty of lust. I’ll get my fill, enjoy the pleasure, only to watch her burn beneath me.
But ultimately, she can never prepare herself for how this will end.
She’s a dangerous woman, but I’m her equal, and our love was once toxic enough to get lost in and play with.
Time hasn’t changed that.
“I know you’re there.”
Her voice slices through the downpour like a sweet symphony.
I don’t move, I just allow the shadows to swallow me whole because the moment she turns around, she’ll assume her mind is playing tricks on her.
The doubt that will bleed into her is just the mark I want to leave.
