Theo:"Why won't you tell me anything?" he murmured, tracing the empty pages. "What are you hiding?"
He thought of telling someone, but who would believe him? A demon in the library? A book that appeared and disappeared? No one would understand. No one would listen.
Each night, Theo lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as the memory of Abyzou's breath on his neck refused to fade. He wanted answers. He needed them. But the silence was all that answered him.
Abyzou didn't come again. No midnight whispers, no flickers of red in the corners his room. Just the book on his desk, and the echo of a promise he couldn't forget.
Weeks passed, and slowly, Theo's determination began to waver. The book remained unopened, a constant presence that both comforted and cursed him. He told himself it had to be a dream — a trick of his exhausted mind.
*It's just an old book,* he thought. *Abyzou isn't real. None of it was.*
He forced himself back into his routine — classes, assignments, late-night study sessions — doing his best to ignore the quiet hum of the book on his desk. He went to the library for his research but avoided that dark corner like it was cursed. The mark on his neck faded, but the memory never did.
Some nights, when the wind rattled the windows, Theo thought he saw a flicker of movement in the shadows — a glimmer of those crimson eyes, the faintest warmth brushing his skin. He would sit up, heart pounding, only to find the book waiting on his desk, silent and patient.
He tried to live as if nothing had happened, but deep down, he knew the truth: he hadn't seen the last of Abyzou.
And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't let go.
After many days of silence,
Theo's mind had finally begun to settle into a fragile routine. But even in the quiet, the memory of Abyzou never truly faded. It was always there, like a whisper beneath the surface of his thoughts.
Then,
One night,
Theo was lying in his bed, the moonlight spilling in pale silver stripes across the sheets. He lay on his back, his breath calm and even. But then… something shifted. A soft touch, cool and deliberate, traced a path along his waist under the edge of his shirt. Theo stirred, a shiver running up his spine. His eyes fluttered open.
There, in the dim moonlight, Abyzou lay beside him.
Theo's breath caught. He felt paralyzed — his body frozen by shock and an almost electric anticipation. Abyzou's dark eyes gleamed with that same otherworldly intensity, and his cool lips curved into a faint smile. Before Theo could react, Abyzou slid closer, moving with a quiet confidence that made Theo's heart race.
In a single, fluid motion, Abyzou rolled on top of him, pinning Theo's wrists of both hands above his head with one strong hand. Theo's chest heaved, panic and something far more dangerous flooding his veins.
Theo : "Abyzou…" *whispered, his voice trembling. "*
Abyzou leaned closer, his face inches away.
To be continue..