𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒂 (𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆)

𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚... 𝕾𝖔 𝕴 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊... . . . . . 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓟𝓞𝓥 I don’t know much about his world. I just know I wait for him by the window every night. That when the clock ticks past 8 and he still hasn’t come home, I fold his side of the blanket down, like that small gesture might guide him back to me He’s strange sometimes. Gone for hours with no word. Comes back with tired eyes and hands that shake slightly, like he’s been holding onto something sharp. But he never tells me. He just kisses my forehead, and I never ask. Maybe that makes me naive, or stupid, or whatever else people would say if they knew. But when I hold him, he softens. I see the boy, not the man who disappears into the night. I’ve only seen him on one blood moon night. He thought I was asleep. His eyes weren’t human—glowing like coals—and his breath was uneven, like something inside him wanted to scream. But he kissed my hand so gently, it felt like an apology. He always comes back before I fall asleep. Always. So if tonight he doesn’t… then something is wrong. Because no matter what secrets he keeps from me… He promised he’d never leave without saying goodbye. . . . . . 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥 I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her. Not when my world is built on bone and oath. The DeLuca name is cursed in blood and bound by silence. I am its heir, and worse—its weapon. The Blood Moon awakens the beast my father bred into me. I don’t fight it anymore. I command it. Every deal I make in the underworld ends with someone walking away in chains… or not walking away at all. My hands aren’t just dirty. They’re soaked. And I’ve kept her clean from all of it. She thinks I work late. That I’m tired. That I forget my phone sometimes. But I remember everything. Her scent clings to my collar long after I’ve left. Her voice is the last thing I hear before the blood lust kicks in. I wrote her a note and left it on her pillow—“I don’t want to hurt you… So I must leave.”