AT SUNSET

ly once. His presence lingered in her mind, weaving its way into her heart like a leaf subtly entwining with the roots of her affection

her from the aching emptiness his absence left behind. Her favorite activities, once a source of solace, only served to remind her of him. She found herself taking long, silent

t a quiet happiness in remembering every detail of their encounter. She wanted to control her feelings, but they moved through her like a st

erless to act on it. Over time, her anticipation grew, a throbbing desire to speak with Abaddon j

r solitary evening strolls, like a damsel in quiet anticipation of a knight who might never come. What had begun as a passing thought had grown

ngering hope hidden in her heart. It was a dangerous game she was playing, yet she was already too intoxicated

er control. Astrid would sit by her window at twilight, revisiting her one-sided affection and the passion that had stolen her peace of mind. She had little powe

er-a desire that burned brighter with every thought she spared for him. He wanted to be at the center of her every bre

ief memory of him, the fluttering butterflies of their first encounter, rather than torturing herself with the frustration of

the desire for him stirrin

************************

Astrid sighed once more, watching the clouds drift slowly across the sky as the night grew colder. Moonbathing had become a ritual, a way to lose herself in t

was a delicate poem, artfully written in dark ink, each line slanted like calligraphy. Her heart quickened as she re

d the forest. She walked as if under a spell, captivated by desire, her steps driven by the

d of coming to her himself. The lines from the note whispered through her mind once more,

oon is

ght is

or nothing, but t

sel, a strik

trid, I me

e...to the

...where the q

nd room in you

olace in your

lue, and the

hearts in this

t from the

tinged with a lingering hint of fear, sending a wave of discomfort through

et his gaze, realizing that the man she ha

her nervousness, which only highlighted her innocence. He reached for her hand, locking eyes with her,

ted by love's pull to turn away. They had forged a bond in a short time, a connection ignited by a single, fleetin

s unlike himself; her presence brought out a different side, a calm he had rarely known. She was l

was in her room pacing calmly about when her lit scented candles began to trip off, leaving the room in cold darkness. The

t's me." I want to have you, Astrid... let me hold you in my arms, love..." Feeling anxious she whispered, feeling his touch.. "But I can't see you... Its dark. I want to look into your eyes..." Abaddon gently caressed the sides of

linen gown, he kissed her thighs gently, letting out a soft squirm from her lips. He played his tongue around her nipples, sending a chill down her spine. Piercing mildly against her

hem intensified, creating a huge circle of fire around the room. Abaddon's demonic feature gained its full expression as his eyes burned with flames at the desire for more of her. In intensifying pleasure, he

r head resting gently on his broad chest. "I love you, Astrid." h

o... " before

*

ested in her heart for him, and that was all that made sense. Astrid was in love but had no idea the fatal implications. Uncertain yet willing to risk it all again for another night with her mysterious lover. Waking up in the mor