Chapter 66: Fire and Storm
Why did everything feel like a twisted nightmare—one that no one wanted, yet at the same time, one that someone would dream of having but could never truly grasp because of fear?
It was surreal, like a hauntingly beautiful painting smeared with the colors of chaos and tragedy. A scene that lingered on the edge of fantasy and reality, seductive yet horrifying, the kind of moment that one might secretly crave in the depths of their imagination but would never dare to wish for in real life.
The fire and rain clashed violently, nature itself waging war. The downpour should have extinguished the inferno, yet the flames roared in defiance, refusing to die. It was as if the wreckage itself resisted fate, choosing to burn even in the face of the storm. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and damp earth, a suffocating mix of destruction and renewal.
And in the midst of it all, Zethan and Lilia stood on the desolate road, locked in a kiss that had no place in such a maddening time.
The moment was intoxicating—forbidden.
Zethan's eyes widened slightly as he felt her soft lips against his—warm, trembling—the taste of her sweet, intoxicating blood mixing with the rain. The sweetness coursed through his senses, unlike anything he had ever tasted before. It was too good. Too great. So dangerously exquisite that it needed to be forbidden to prevent the chaos it could unleash. Something deep within him stirred, something ancient and insatiable.
This was not what he had expected. He thought she would recoil in horror, that she would run the moment she saw his blood-red eyes.
And yet, she didn't.
Though inexperienced, the way she kissed him revealed that he was her first. That knowledge alone sent a thrill through him, intensifying the wildfire of emotions raging inside.
He had expected fear.
He had expected rejection.