Chapter 189: Toxic Love: A Possessive Sociopath & a Masochistic Goth
POV Julian
I never really understood what it ant to "grow up in a family."
At ho, there was no warmth, no safety, not even affection. Just muffled screams behind closed doors and the persistent sll of alcohol.
My father, Duke Frostvine, was a broken man long before I was born. A son of a bitch every ti he drank. Alcohol made him violent, unpredictable. I saw him raise his hand to my mother more tis than I could ever count. And , useless kid that I was, I just stood there, unable to intervene because even I would get my beating afterward.
My mother...
For a long ti, I blad her for her weakness. Her resignation... I resented her for never protecting , for never taking
in her arms to tell
everything would be okay.
Then I grew up... I understood she was a prisoner, just like . Prisoner of a marriage she bitterly regretted, prisoner of a man she had learned to fear and not to love.
So our relationship beca distant...
A mother and son who understood each other without ever saying it, but who no longer knew how to love each other.
I built myself without parental figures and without affection.
Fortunately I was talented. Very early on, people noticed . My title, my appearance, my abilities... everything worked in my favor. And very quickly, I realized won could fill that void. Not permanently, but enough to give
the illusion of existing in soone’s eyes.
So I multiplied the conquests.
I was looking for one simple thing: proof that I could be desired and appreciated. With my good looks, my noble status, and my talent, it wasn’t hard.
Then, on the advice of that bastard Kaiser, I pushed open the door of a sorcery lecture hall. That’s where I saw her.
That witch...
I won’t lie and call it love at first sight. But she imdiately caught my eye. An ebony elf in all her splendor. Beautiful, dangerous, intelligent. Talented to the point of being intimidating. Direct disciple of the Walpurgis witch. Her status already placed her in another league.
Talking with her, I realized our minds were alike. A pragmatic view of the world and an absence of rigid morality. We beca inseparable, then lovers. And for the first ti, happiness wasn’t frivolous but grew day by day.
And fuck... how happy I was.
She was incredible in bed. And like that dog Kaiser said: "She had a lot of ti to refine those techniques."
Anyway, none of that matters now.
I’m going to tell her what I really feel.
...
I was heading toward the Babylon domain in a small carriage. The journey passed in heavy silence, broken only by the regular rolling of the wheels. When I arrived in front of the manor, I got out a few coins and handed them to the driver.
"Keep the change."
The Babylon manor stood before
and then I knocked on the door. A butler opened it imdiately.
"I greet you, young master Frostvine. Lady Norah Walpurgy is in her laboratory."
I nodded and climbed the three flights of stairs without hurrying.
When I reached the laboratory door, I walked past it and continued farther. Her bedroom caught my attention. Without thinking any further, I slipped inside.
The room slled of... witch. That’s all it could evoke. Shelves filled with books, test tubes scattered everywhere. A brain floated in a viscous liquid next to several preserved eyeballs. Nothing important, probably. Just useless data from her research, recycled as decoration.
I looked around. Her scent was everywhere. Intoxicating. I approached her clothes and inhaled deeply.
*Snif*
"Hmmm..."
*Snif*
"Hmmmm... She makes
so... This bitch..."
I pressed her underwear against my face.
I pressed the fabric against my skin, eyes closed. That was when I heard a voice, calm and slightly amused.
"What are you doing?"
At that mont, the extra-gothic ebony elf entered the room.
Her mid-length black hair frad her face. Piercings adorned her pointed ears. Her dark skin was traced with faint tattoos. Her piercing blue eyes, accentuated by black sclera, pierced through . She wore a blood-stained lab coat and held a large bloodied pair of tongs.
"I was just reliving the good monts... I needed to talk to you."
"Okay." She set the tongs on a dresser, then removed her lab coat, revealing a fitted black dress. She patted the mattress beside her. "Co sit so we can talk."
I sat down.
"I’ll be direct, Norah. I don’t want you sleeping with other guys."
A slow smile spread across her lips. "Ah... You wanted to talk about that." She moved closer, her perfu stronger.
"I really like you, Julian, and it’s the first ti I’ve felt attraction for soone... We’re a lot alike, you and I, which is probably what worked between us."
I sighed.
"That’s why I broke up with all my conquests, Norah... I want to be with you only... You see, and you belong to
only... I don’t want other n touching you."
She tilted her head, her smile freezing. "That’s going to be difficult... I’m not sure I can be satisfied with just one man, you know."
A brutal cold ran through . The ground seed to give way beneath my feet...
"I see. Then I think there’s nothing left to say between us."
I stood up; every movent was pain. I walked toward the door, heart pounding wildly. An absurd hope clawed at . I turned back, just for a mont, to see if she would stop .
But she was simply leaning over her mirror, applying jet-black lipstick with absolute concentration.
’WHAT???’
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING , NORAH!?"
"Hm?" She turned, one eyebrow raised.
She had never loved . I was just a fuck. Just another one of those guys? Jasper’s words echoed in my skull: ’Why not just kill her?’
"It’s true, that’s what this bitch deserves!"
My thoughts beca an uncontrollable whirlwind. Before reason could take over, my body had already acted. My hand closed around the handle of the tongs left on the dresser.
In two strides I was on her. I grabbed her by the throat and slamd her against the wall.
"Fuck, Norah! Do you see what you make
do?"
I yelled, feeling her tremble under my grip.
"YOU WANT TO DRIVE
CRAZY?! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I FEEL FOR YOU?? BITCH?"
She coughed, her hands closing around my wrist, not to push
away, but to pull
closer. "Cough... Julian... you’re choking ... Cough..."
"Yeah, I’m gonna kill you... You never loved ... I’m gonna..."
That was when I saw her eyes. There was no fear in them. On the contrary. Her pupils were dilated, her gaze glassy, and an ecstatic smile distorted her lips. A hoarse moan escaped her throat.
"Harder ~ Julian ~ Squeeze . Harder..."
"What?"
I loosened my grip a little, stunned. Her eyes rolled back slightly, a violent shiver of pleasure ran through her.
’She’s insane.’
The thought was clearly terrifying. But for so reason or another...
Without really knowing how, my mouth found hers again in a wild, biting kiss that tasted of iron and black lipstick. She moaned into my breath, her hands clutching my hair, pulling
even closer, demanding more pressure, more biting.
"I want you for myself alone, Norah! Do you understand?!" I growled between kisses planted on her cheek, her neck. "If you cheat on , I’ll kill you."
"Ah ~~ Julian... Yes... I belong to you... Hurt
again... Hmmm... Even more..."
I kissed the base of her neck, feeling her pulse race frantically under my lips. Possessiveness and obsession blended into a pure, devastating feeling. "I love you so much I’m ready to kill you if I have to..."
What followed was not gentle. It was a torrid sex battle between two consenting adults...
Later, lying in the ss of the sheets, still short of breath, she rested her head on my chest. Her voice was low, murmuring.
"If you fuck
like that every ti... I might just be satisfied with you alone."
I squeezed her shoulder, my fingers leaving pale marks on her dark skin. "You’d better, Norah. You belong to . Forever."
"Forever..." she whispered.
A peaceful, strange silence settled in. Then she added, "Darling, I’ll be away for about three days. A mission for the Babylon faction."
I nodded without answering. My fingers played with a lock of her black hair.
As her breathing beca regular, she fell asleep in the circle of my arms.
End Of POV
Who would have thought that a couple who understood each other so well, who loved each other to death, would be made up of a possessive sociopath and a masochistic goth?
’Cupid does things right,’ Norah thought as she fell asleep in Julian’s arms.
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