His Obsession, Her Taboo

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n opened my eyes to the breathtaking scene before me. The early morning was alive with the wailing of sirens, mostly ambulances, resonating from below

mmeting from this height. I thrived on that thrill, the sensation of flirting with death, not that I cou

t didn't matter. Sleep and I were never friends, but tonight felt different. Something beyond my usual

I shake her

fingers brushing against the

a drag. I craved destruction, the exhilaration of the hunt, t

attempting to suppress the dark i

nside me. It wouldn't be long before I lost my grip

below me, hands firmly planted on her hips, a look of anger etched across her features. "Mama, take a breath," I replied playfully before leapi

tepped closer to her. "You know you can't die, Mama. Not because you aren't immortal like us, but because the Grim Reaper would have to get through me first," I

led, feeling a rush of warmth; I adored this woman. She was the only one in

tate was our home, a place where we all coexisted, though I preferred my own space. I had my own house on the far side of t

edge of a rooftop at dawn just to smoke weed or whatever you call it to 'clear their head,'" she said, sh

s furious-she rarely swore, but here we were. "That was a cry for help, and I can't overlook it any longer. That's why I arranged

, and you're going to cooperate," she declared. I had to stifle a laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Do

garette out! It's morning! Go wash up; she'll be here soon," she yelled, turning back toward m

esting my head against the door, when suddenly a growl echoed in my mind. He was fighting to break free, clawi

You can't keep me locked away forever. I need to be free, I... need to feed," he hissed, but I brushed off his

is intoxicating, and I crave her. She could satisfy me for da

ened the door and stepped inside. "Why are you resisting, you growin

ul. We'd never have to see her again, killing two birds with one stone" he urged, as I moved to the bathr

ive in...