“𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑”

A love born from blood. A past that refuses to die.

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AUTHOR'S POV–

The air between them was sharp.

Too still.

Too silent.

Like the world itself was holding its breath—waiting to see what she'd do.

Lilia stared at him, wide-eyed and trembling, her voice coming out like it’d been carved from glass.

“You..you killed him.”

Zade didn’t speak. Didn’t blink.

Didn’t deny it.

He just stood there, half in shadow, as if part of him had already been claimed by darkness.

And the worst part?

He wasn’t sorry.

His silence said everything.

He wore the blood like a crown.

Her breath hitched. “Tell me it’s not true.”

She took a step back, but her body didn’t feel like hers. Her fists trembled at her sides.

She wanted to run.

She wanted to scream.

But God help her—

She also wanted him.

Zade’s voice was quiet when it finally came. Calm. Icy. Deadly.

“He tried to take what was mine.”

She shook her head, like denial could erase it. Like maybe if she pushed hard enough, the truth wouldn’t destroy her.

“He was your bro—”

Zade’s laugh sliced through the space like a blade. Low. Hollow. Twisted.

He moved closer.

“He was.”

His eyes darkened.

“Until he looked at you like he forgot I was watching.”

Another step.

“Until he touched you like he didn’t know who you belonged to.”

She froze. Her lungs tightened. Her pulse slammed against her ribs like it wanted to escape her body.

Zade stopped inches from her now. His voice dropped, barely audible, but heavy with wrath.

“Until he hurt you.”

Lilia's lips parted, but no sound came. She remembered the night. The fear. The bruise she tried to hide.

Zade had seen it. And something inside him had snapped.

“So I ended him.”

A beat.

“And I’d do it again.”

Tears burned in her eyes, but she couldn’t look away.

He reached out, fingers brushing her jaw, then tilting her chin up.

His touch was gentle.

Too gentle for a monster like him.

“You still don’t get it, do you?” he murmured, eyes locked to hers.

“You were never his, Lilia. Not even for a second.”

Her chest heaved.

“You’ve always been mine.”

There it was.

Not a confession.

A claim.

Lilia should’ve screamed. Should’ve pushed him away.

But her fingers betrayed her, curling into the fabric of his shirt like a lifeline.

He leaned down, breath hot against her ear.

“You think I’m the monster.”

His voice was nothing but sin and silk.

“But what you should really be afraid of..”

His lips ghosted over hers.

“..is how much the monster loves you.”

And then he kissed her.

Not softly.

Not sweetly.

Like she was the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

And like he wouldn’t hesitate to burn it down if she tried to leave.

And still—she didn’t pull away.

Because somewhere, deep inside, she knew:

He didn’t just kill for her.

He would ruin everything for her.

And maybe..

Maybe that’s what terrified her most.

Not the blood.

Not the obsession.

Not even the monster.

But how much she wanted to be his.

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"𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑"A story of obsession, secrets, and a past that refuses to stay buried.

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