"I just don't like him. He's so nosy," I muttered under my breath, finally managing to slip out of Adam's house. My legs felt shaky, my mind racing, but more than anything, my stomach was hurling from hunger. I hadn't eaten since last night, and now that the adrenaline was wearing off, the gnawing emptiness was making me feel weak.
As I walked down the quiet street, I tried to push the thoughts of Adam from my mind. I didn't care what he was—human, demon, or something else—but now that he knew my true identity, would it be dangerous for me? What if he used it against me? I felt a lump forming in my throat, and before I knew it, tears were spilling down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them, and soon I was crying like a child, sitting down on a bench to hide my face.
Suddenly, a soft voice interrupted my thoughts. "You're so cute. Can I sit beside you?"
I looked up, startled. A boy stood in front of me, smiling brightly. His face was soft, and there was an innocence about him that made me feel a little better, like he didn't carry the same darkness Adam did.
"Sure, why not," I said, my voice still a little shaky. I thought to myself, "He's cute... it's not a bad idea to accept his offer".Maybe a little company would distract me from all the overwhelming thoughts swirling in my head.
But before the boy could sit down, something changed. A shadow loomed over us, blocking the light. The boy's eyes widened in fear, and without a word, he turned and bolted down the street, disappearing as quickly as he had come.
"So you think he's cute?"
The voice was cold, low, and all too familiar. I turned my head slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. There, towering over me, was Adam. His face was just as handsome as always, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes. His jaw was clenched, and the air around him seemed to crackle with tension.
I swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "Ha… I was just kidding," I stammered awkwardly, trying to laugh it off, but the words felt forced. The air around us was thick with an uncomfortable tension, and I could barely meet his gaze.
Adam didn't say anything for a long moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he was trying to read my thoughts. The quiet street suddenly felt suffocating, the wind that had been gently rustling the leaves now still, as if the whole world was holding its breath.
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. I wanted to shrink back, to hide from the intensity of his gaze, but I stayed rooted to the spot, my heart pounding in my ears. His eyes softened just slightly, but the seriousness never left his face.
"Let's go," he finally said, his voice quieter but still firm. There was no room for argument.
I nodded silently, standing up and following him. The boy's innocent smile was long forgotten as Adam led me away, his protective—and possessive—presence wrapping around me like a shadow