I lay on the bed, heart thundering, eyes wide with disbelief as his finger brushed lightly against my lips—a touch both tender and electrifying that sent shivers cascading down my spine. I fought the urge to scream, knowing it would shatter the fragile silence and jolt my roommates from their sleep.
As the initial shock ebbed, I pushed myself upright, confusion swirling like a tempest in my mind. How was he settled by my window, and how had he managed to slide it open? Panic began to bubble within me as I shifted my anxious gaze between him and the yawning opening, the cool night air wrapping around me like an icy cloak.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered, my voice barely audible above the gentle rustle of the wind that danced through the room.
As I leaned forward, a sudden gust knocked me off balance, sending me sprawling against the blankets. In stark contrast to my disarray, he remained eerily calm by the window, his presence grounded amid the chaotic ambiance. The wind tousled his raven-colored hair and made his dark shirt ripple like a flag unfurling against the night sky.
"You called me," he replied, his tone chilling and unyielding, akin to the dark expanse beyond. For an unsettling moment, his piercing gaze locked onto mine, a magnetic force drawing me in, before he turned his attention back to the vastness outside, as if searching for something lost among the stars.
What? My mouth parted in disbelief. I hadn't called him; I didn't even know his name. How could I have summoned a stranger? Instinctively, I ran my fingers over the cool silver chain around my neck, catching sight of a faint glimmer that peeked out from beneath his shirt.
Could that singular touch have drawn him here? The thought spiraled chaotically through my mind, but he remained silent, ensnared in his own world, captivated by the twinkling stars.
I pressed my lips together, feeling an inexplicable urge to bridge the chasm that separated us. Glancing back to confirm my roommates were deep in slumber, I edged closer to the window, my heart racing with a mix of trepidation and curiosity.
"So... since that time, you're only coming now?" I ventured, a hesitant smile breaking through my uncertainty as I approached him, oddly comforted by his magnetic presence even though I was aware of the horrific things he could do.
"I shouldn't call on you when I'm in danger" I mused.
His eyes shimmered with amusement, a glint of mischief dancing in their depths. "You'd rather see this masked man come to your classes?" he teased, a subtle smirk teasing the corners of his lips, transforming the darkness outside into an intriguing enigma.
I couldn't help but stifle a giggle, whispering, "I cannot imagine the look on their faces," hoping to lighten the heavy atmosphere that enveloped us. He was poised by the window, casting a lone figure against the moonlight, while I knelt on the bed, my hands gripping the cool edge of the windowsill, heart racing.
Casting another cautious glance around the room, I searched for any signs that Coco and Leah might be tuning into our whispered conversation. Yet, the stillness remained unbroken. How could Coco be sleeping so soundly? The brisk breeze swept in through the window, rustling the curtains as if it carried secrets, yet she seemed oblivious.
"They won't see me," he spoke, his voice smooth and confident. I felt a quirk of uncertainty stitch between my brows as he sensed my unspoken worries.
"How are you so certain?" I shot back, curiosity sparking in my eyes as I raised my eyebrows in inquiry.
With a playful smirk dancing on his lips, he suddenly vanished. My frown deepened as I glanced around, wondering if he was playing tricks on me. Just as confusion gnawed at the edge of my mind, he reappeared in his original spot, as if no time had passed. My lips parted in astonishment, my heart racing wildly at the reality unfolding before me. This was surreal; I was teetering on the edge of a fantasy I had never believed in—an existence intertwined with supernatural beings wielding powers far beyond my comprehension.
"That's cool," I muttered under my breath, the sentiment barely escaping my lips as I turned my head, the wind tousling my hair, sending my brown locks swirling. A few rebellious strands fluttered across my face, and I tucked them behind my ear, locking my gaze with his once more.
He stared intently, his striking red eyes unreadable, body still as stone, as if he were carved from the very night itself. I cleared my throat, the rasp echoing softly in the air, a gentle attempt to bring him back to the moment. When his gaze finally met mine, an electric jolt surged through me, setting my cheeks ablaze.
"How did you get here?" I blurted, feeling heat creep up my neck as I hastily looked away, internally cursing myself for being affected by someone whose visage remained concealed behind a mask. For all I knew, his face might be contorted and terrifying.
"Flew," he replied, his tone flat and matter-of-fact.
"Flew? Where's your hoverboard? What did you fly on?" I asked, glancing out the window at the ground that seemed to stretch endlessly below—a familiar world transformed into a distant landscape. There was nothing but the empty air, aside from him, seated nonchalantly at the edge of my window.
He chuckled, a sound that seemed to linger in the air, full of amusement as he inquired, "Which creature breathes out fire yet flies?"
After hesitating, I answered him with my lashes batting at him, "A dragon?" I said to myself more than him as my eyes raked over his body to see that he had flawless skin like mine, bright and glinting under the moonlight. There was no way I could tell if he was another creature asides being human but then his red eyes stood out differently.
"Correct" He said, tilting his head. "Do you wish to fly too, servant?" He asked me, his eyes searching mine and I hurriedly shook my head. My heart began to thump in my chest at the mention of flying at such ridiculous height, what would happen if I was to fall? then I would die and not be heard of anymore. I couldn't risk it, it was better to retreat to the bed and prepare for tomorrow.
"I can't" I whispered, the anxiety lacing my words.
Sil 01 stepped closer, his presence both intimidating and intriguing. "Why?" he asked, his voice low and laced with curiosity. The question lingered heavily in the still air, his deep gaze filled with an enigmatic spark as he studied me intently. "Are you scared? Scared of falling, or scared about detention?" As he spoke, his gloved fingers brushed against the delicate chain around my neck, a fleeting touch that sent an unexpected jolt through me. His crimson eyes remained locked on mine, steady and penetrating.
"I don't know," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. I found myself lost in the depth of his gaze, wondering if he could see the turmoil brewing within me.
A heavy sigh escaped him, muffled by his mask as he withdrew his hand, creating a space between us. "I thought you were fiercer than this," he grumbled, disappointment lacing his tone.
"Fierce? Look where that's got me." My frustration bubbled to the surface as I recounted my situation.
I raised my hand to tell him the things I had done, "I fought with someone, landed in the detention center, and the worst part? That insufferable teacher who seems to make it his mission to torment me." My eyebrows knitted together as memories of his petty cruelty flooded my mind—heavy books being thrust at me, endless chores like cleaning cupboards, and the humiliation of polishing shoes and tables.
Sil's expression shifted, his interest piqued as he leaned closer, the corners of his lips curling beneath his mask into a playful smirk. "Who might this person be?" he asked, his tone now laced with intrigue.
"His name is Roman Golden. He's evil," I breathed out, realizing too late that I was divulging details to someone I hardly knew.
"Then do you want to pay him back?" Sil's eyes glinted with something resembling mischief.
"What way?" I inquired, a flicker of excitement igniting within me as I contemplated ways to get back at Roman for his relentless torment.
"Leave that to me, but first, let's go riding to shake off all your worries," he suggested, a spark of enthusiasm lighting his features. Before I fully processed what was happening, he took my hand and pulled me closer, his strength enveloping me. With a mixture of hesitation and thrill, I climbed onto his back, my arms wrapping tightly around his neck.
As we began to tumble through the air, I closed my eyes, bracing myself against the wind that whipped against my face and fluttered around my pajama-clad legs. I held on to him with every ounce of strength I had, exhilaration coursing through me as we embraced the rush of freedom.
The moment I opened my eyes, a wave of disbelief washed over me. I was perched atop a magnificent dragon, its large wings unfurling dramatically against the backdrop of an expansive black sky, casting an impressive shadow over the world below.
With each powerful flap, the dragon surged forward, cutting through the heavy winds that whistled around us. I could feel the exhilarating rush of air against my face, mingled with the earthy scent of scales and the faint, smoky essence that clung to its leathery wings.
Clinging tightly to its textured back, my fingers explored the rough, scaled surface, searching for the jagged spikes jutting from its spine—my only source of stability in this surreal experience. I couldn't help but gaze in awe at its wings, a striking blend of deep black and fiery red. This was no mere fantasy; I was living a dream that had felt impossibly distant until now.
As we soared into the vast expanse of the sky, I felt a thrill course through me, the kind I'd never known. Stars twinkled like diamonds in the dimming twilight, while the outline of tall buildings rose majestically around us. With my heart racing, I felt the brush of the evening breeze against my skin, cooling and invigorating all at once. Below, the city sprawled out like a vibrant canvas; lights twinkled like constellations, while the headlights of racing cars etched glowing lines through the streets and the soft rustle of trees in nearby parks.
At that moment, the weight of my worries lifted, replaced by a euphoric sense of freedom that enveloped me like a warm embrace. I leaned closer to the creature beneath me, my voice rising above the rushing winds as I exclaimed, "This is so good, master!" The exhilaration made me wonder if he heard my whispered joy amidst the powerful gusts.
In a heartbeat, the dragon picked up speed, and the world around me became a blur. My breath caught in my throat as the sensation of flight intensified—a glorious mix of exhilaration and awe.
Sil then made a swift turn, "Whoa!" I gasped, my head turned upside down, floating as if gravity had abandoned it, and I clenched the rough spikes harder, anchoring myself against the vastness of the sky. The dragon, unfazed by my wild hair and racing pulse, regained its previous grace, lifting us higher into the heavens, the horizon stretching out infinitely before us.