The pair sat at opposite ends of the table, both sneaking glances at each other, until their eyes met. When they do, they both do not shy away from eye contact and instead hold each other's gaze for minutes on end. He cannot bear it anymore and goes over to her side of the table. He takes her arm ever so gently and kneels on the floor next to her and lays a soft and gentle kiss on her hand. His eyes have this deep sense of longing and depravity and she noticed that, and she loves the idea of having someone be so obsessed with her. Both stare at each other in silence. His eyes cannot stay focused for so long. They dart up and down, looking at her graceful figure. She sits at the table with her legs crossing over each other. She was wearing a long black silky dress that matched her hair. Her skin is white, which adds a beautiful contrast to her entire appearance. He looks up at her hair again and notices the small rose resting on her ear. He had given her that rose at the start of the day, because red is his favorite color and is a constant reminder that he would bleed for her, if need be. After enduring the silence, it is broken.

He opens his mouth: I love you, Isabella. I loved you long before I ever knew you. Only when I first laid my eyes on your figure, did I know that I wanted to be devoured by you and your love. I want to drown in your love. I want to consume you whole and make us one of the same, ravaged animals. You make me want to do anything to keep you mine. I would give you my heart if it meant it could satisfy your hunger, I would pour you my blood if it meant it would quench your thirst. You awaken this primal instinct I have never known before. Hell, I would burn the entire world, just to keep you warm.

What makes you certain that I won’t spit out your heart or that I won’t pour your blood down the drain?


Oh, my love, you’ve gotten it all wrong.


How so?


Having you acknowledge my being, my soul, that is enough to make me die a happy man. Do whatever you please with me and my heart, but as long as I know that you have accepted it in the first place, that is enough for me, because then I would have found my purpose, serving you till the day I die.


I cannot promise that I will love you the same way or that I can live up to this fabricated version of me.


Then leave me, throw me away, as if I were a used doll. I am ready to be devastated by you in every shape or form. Do as you please.

She seems to be contemplating everything he told her. She knows that she harbors the same love and desire for him as he does, but she does not know whether or not she should give into said desire. She is scared that it would unleash an unfamiliar side to her. One that she does not have control over.

Tell me more.


About what my dear?


About your hunger for me.


The aroma you carry is intoxicating. It makes me dizzy and disoriented. It makes it hard to believe that I was blessed by God to live on the same planet as you at the same time. When we’re apart all I can think about is you. How I want to caress your curves and tell you how hauntingly beautiful you are. I want to kiss your scars and hear their stories. I need you to be able to continue breathing, you are my life support. For if I were to live in a time where you are not near, I would not be able to cope. I have never known someone to have such a hold over me. Since the day you walked into my life, when I saw you at the ball, I felt this longing for someone I had never had. Whether I breathe or not depends on you. For so long I felt like a noose had been tied around my neck, but after being with you it loosened, and you even decorated it. Something about you just drives me mad.

Would you die for me?

I would.

Even though you have only known me for a month?

Time is irrelevant. As I told you before, I have always had these feelings inside of me, but never the right person to bring them out. So don't think of it as if we had only known each other for a month, but for an eternity. I know for a fact that across this universe and the next, that I will always be waiting for you and enduring my hunger in silence.

And would you kill for me?

Of course, my dear. If someone so much as upset you, or looked at you the wrong way, I would destroy this world, just to make sure that it never happens to you again. I do not want you to be sad or angry or upset, let me carry that burden, let me endure that, because if you are unhappy than what is my purpose, but not to make you never feel that way again?

This is a lot to take in, but I’ll play your game. Just give me time and you will regret having been vulnerable to me.

Whatever I may feel at the end of this, regret will never be amongst them. Even if I do not have you by my side when I perish, I will relish the moments when you were.

So be it. Let the games begin.

I look forward to you meeting my expectations.

They share a kiss on the lips, feeling each and every nerve on their bodies and let go. He heads to their bedroom to cool off and she stays...