Eve~
I sat up in bed, panting, my throat hoarse from screaming. Tears stung my eyes, and then I felt arms muscles around , a warm mouth close to my ear.
"Shh… Red, it was a nightmare," Hades murmured. "You're okay." He wrapped his arms that could have been tree trunks , around my waist, pulling closer, my face pressed against his chest.
His heart was beating steadily, a complete contrast to my own, which was erratic, almost painful with each thundering beat. I jolted when he began rubbing slow circles into my back, but soon found myself leaning into his touch. I was aware of every part of him. His scent, his hard, warm body and everything else in-between.
Danielle.
Her na slithered into my thoughts, guilt and confusion swirled in my feverish mind. How could he be doing this? It would have been less unnerving—less terrifying—if he'd shown anger. He had every right to feel it. That, I could understand. But this gentle care, this warmth—it rattled far more than anger ever could. I wanted to recoil, to push him away before his kindness burrowed deeper, but my body betrayed , leaning instinctively into his embrace. I could feel every steady beat of his heart against my cheek, grounding , pulling back from the lingering shadows of the nightmare.
Danielle's na echoed again in my mind, twisting my gut with a sense of betrayal—my own, for being here, for accepting his touch, for wanting it in so undeniable way. The guilt festered, making it hard to breathe, and I pulled back slightly, forcing myself to look at him.
"Hades," I rasped, my voice barely above a whisper. "You don't have to… do this. You don't have to…"
He looked down at , his face unreadable, though his eyes softened slightly, a flicker of sothing that looked like understanding—or was it pity? "I'm here because I have to protect you, Red. Even from your nightmares," he said, his voice low, almost tender. "You're safe with ."
My heart twisted at his words, both comforted and terrified by them. How could he offer safety when all I'd done was disrupt his life? I bit my lip, searching his face for a hint of resentnt, sothing that would allow to cling to my guilt and keep my distance. But there was none—just that sa steady calm, as if he were willing to bear the weight of my pain without question. What was this enigma of a man? A known killer, the Hand of Death himself, shouldn't have been capable of such tenderness. It made my stomach turn.
"What are… how can you…," I murmured, barely able to look him in the eyes.
Hades tilted my chin up gently, forcing to et his gaze. His fingers brushed over my cheek, wiping away the stray tear that had escaped while I was dreaming. "I've made my choice, Red. Stop questioning it," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argunt.
I swallowed hard, the intensity of his gaze anchoring , yet sending my heart racing. "I don't deserve this," I whispered, half hoping he would agree.
His gaze hardened, and for a mont I caught a glimpse of the man beneath the mask of care. I blinked, and the harsh expression was gone. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead gently to mine. "Maybe. But I'll decide what you deserve."
In the world of Lycans, the sa ones my kind had fought for generations, I deserved nothing but pain. And I knew it would co again because it never seed to stray too far from since the night of my eighteenth birthday. There had been no respite, no rcy.
And now I understood what Hades was doing.
He was giving kindness now so that, when I started to believe in it—when I started to trust it even a little—he could tear it away, leaving shattered once more. He'd offer comfort, like holding out a fragile glass of water to soone dying of thirst, only to shatter it in my hands, letting the water spill through my fingers as I reached for it, desperate. And he'd do it again and again until I was nothing more than a shell, hollowed out and devoid of hope.
I could almost see it—a twisted ga of his, built on dangling salvation just close enough to make believe it was real. And I'd fall for it every ti, because wasn't that what I craved? A fleeting sliver of hope, a chance at sothing that felt… gentle. Safe. But each ti, I'd reach, and he'd let it slip from my grasp, watching with that calm, steady gaze as I shattered piece by piece.
I looked up at him, struggling to mask the awareness that had clicked into place. He was still watching , his eyes searching mine as if he could see into the depths of my soul. Maybe he could, for all I knew. His fingers continued to brush along my back in soothing circles, but now, every touch felt laced with a new weight.
"So," I whispered, testing the boundaries, "you're really going to stay here… just like this?" My voice quivered with a hint of challenge.
His hand stilled for a heartbeat before resuming its rhythm, and his eyes darkened, almost imperceptibly. "Yes, Red," he replied, voice steady, as if he didn't sense the barbed edge beneath my question. "I'll stay as long as you need to."
The words sent a chill down my spine. I wanted to pull away, to break from this spell he'd woven around , but the part of that wanted to believe clung tighter, hating myself for that weakness. Even as I braced myself for the inevitable, I couldn't stop my heart from reaching, from wanting to trust that this mont might be real.
He wouldn't let forget, though. I knew that he'd be there to pick up every broken piece, to place it just close enough to let believe I was whole again, before pulling away, leaving shattered anew. I understood it now. This ga wasn't about kindness—it was about control. And no matter how strong I tried to be, part of feared I would always fall into his grasp. I had to fight it with every pathetic breath I drew.
"Hades,"
"Yes?"
"Could you do sothing for ?"
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