When I entered school, why was everyone looking at me? I was heading for my locker when I felt the sweetest smell there is. What was it? ** Hugo **! Go get the friends, shouted ** Lucas **. But why did he cry? Looking around me, my eyes fell on the person I absolutely didn't want to see. Why should he be there, to set me? ** Nathan Blackwell. ** His eyes pierced mine, and I could feel Lucas howl of joy in me. But why was I unable to move? What happened to me? And why was he advancing in my direction? Without thinking, I did the only thing that seemed logical to me. I ran. When I arrived in the parking lot, I was heading for my car, but ... why did hot arms suddenly surround me? Who was it? Nathan made me turn so that I am in front of him and groaned: "To me." "No, no, no, why me? Not to you !!" I said, incredulous. His grip has tightened around my waist, and he murmured insistently: "You are mine. You don't belong to anyone else. You will not understand? You will not touch another man, you will not speak to Another man. Then he buried his face in the hollow of my neck, deeply inspired. But ... how was I supposed to react to this? And why did I have the impression that my heart was racing in spite of myself?
Chapter 1 Chapitre 1
As I walked into the school that morning, I felt something was different. Maybe I was still dreaming, maybe I just hadn't slept well, but this feeling of heaviness in the air, of tension... it wouldn't let me go. The corridors rustled with a strange, heavy and attentive silence. And then I felt it.
The smell. This perfume, so sweet and captivating, which took me by surprise. How to explain? It was like a scent of wood, amber and something indefinable, almost bewitching. My heart began to beat faster, and I felt a strange warmth rising within me, as if this fragrance was awakening something deeply buried. I looked around, trying to figure out where it was coming from, but students were rushing past, oblivious to the turmoil in my mind.
I walked towards my locker, trying to ignore the haunting scent that seemed to get stronger with every step. I didn't know what awaited me, but a presentiment told me to be wary.
Then I saw him.
Nathan Blackwell. The boy everyone was talking about, the mysterious heir with the intense gaze, the one who seemed to float above the unwritten laws of high school. His aura was almost palpable, and despite myself, I felt my heart stop for a split second. His deep gray eyes locked onto mine, as if nothing else mattered.
I froze. Why was he looking at me?
Suddenly, I heard him mutter something, and in a flash, his friends had moved aside to let him move down the hall. Lucas, his best friend, shouted to another student: "Hugo, go get the others! » His voice resonated, but I still didn't understand. Why this order, this urgency? And why was Nathan staring at me with this intensity, as if he were piercing me through and through?
I knew I had to leave. Survival instinct, perhaps. A silent alarm rang within me. Without thinking, I turned on my heel and started running. It didn't matter where, I just had to get away from this look and this strange feeling that seemed to chain me to him. My breath hitched as I ran through the halls, the whispers of the students echoing behind me.
Finally leaving the main building, I headed towards the parking lot, where my car was waiting for me, like a promise of freedom, of security. But as I reached out to open the door, I froze. Strong arms suddenly surrounded me, squeezing me tightly, holding me back as if my escape was futile.
A shiver ran down my spine. I looked up, and there I met his gaze. Nathan. His face, inches from mine, seemed sculpted in intense concentration. His eyes had softened, but there was a possessiveness in his gaze that I couldn't understand.
"Mine," he growled, his words vibrating with an almost primordial authority.
I stared at him, speechless, my heart pounding. "No, no, no, why me? Not yours! » I whispered, the words slipping out without me being able to hold them back.
A smirk appeared on his lips, but his eyes did not blink. "You're mine. You don't belong to anyone else. Do you understand? »
His grip tightened around my waist, as if he was afraid I would disappear. "You shall not touch another man," he said in a low, vibrating voice. "You shall not speak to another man. You are mine. My soul mate. »
His face leaned toward me, his breath brushing my skin. My entire body seemed to burn, reacting instinctively to this proximity. I felt his nose brush against my neck, and he inhaled deeply, as if trying to infuse me with his essence. It was... disconcerting, and yet a strange, soft warmth settled inside me.
"I...I don't understand," I stammered, my eyes desperately searching his for answers. "Why... Why me? »
He stepped back slightly, finally giving me some air, but his hand remained firmly placed on my waist, as if to remind him of his presence, his domination over me. "Because you're mine," he said simply, as if the answer was self-evident. "Always have, even if you don't know it yet. »
I swallowed, my mind swirling with a thousand questions, a thousand conflicting emotions. It was insane. How could I be his? We had never spoken to each other, never exchanged a single word. And yet, this conviction that he displayed... it seemed undeniable, almost tangible.
"Untie me," I whispered, trying to regain control of the situation. "I'm not yours. I am... free. »
He gave a slight smile, amused, but there was also a shadow of tenderness in his eyes. "Believe me, it seems strange to you now, but you will understand soon. Your heart already knows what your mind refuses to accept. »
He gently released my wrist, but stayed close, his hand sliding up to my face to brush aside a strand of hair. "Listen to your heart, that's all I ask of you. »
The touch of his fingers against my cheek sent a wave of shivers down my spine, and despite myself, I felt my gaze lost in his. For the first time, I saw something deeper behind his intensity: a softness, an almost... fragile burst of emotion.
"I..." Words failed me. All logic was gone. What he said, what he felt, was insane, and yet, deep inside me, a little voice whispered to me that maybe he was right.
Nathan finally moved away, giving me some space to breathe, but his gaze remained fixed on me, like a promise. "I'm not going to force you," he said, his voice softening. "But know that I will be there. Always."
I nodded slowly, my thoughts still muddled, my heart beating wildly. I wanted to run away, but my feet seemed rooted, unable to take even the slightest step back. As he walked away, the feeling of his absence settled like a void in my mind.
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