"The Breath of Life."
I felt his breath on my skin, warm and inviting. Azrael was just inches away from me, his presence enveloping me in a cocoon of comfort. His sparkling silver eyes shone like stars in the dimly lit room, casting an eerie glow on his handsome face.
I couldn't help but stare at him, captivated by his mysterious allure.
I was suddenly aware of how cold the room was before, but now it felt like a warm breeze was blowing through it.
The only sounds were the gentle rustling of the curtains and our soft breaths mingling together.
It was like we were in our own little world, isolated from the rest of reality.
But then it hit me: I barely knew this man. He was a complete stranger, a non-human being that I had only met a few days ago.
A few days ago.
Then why did it feel like an eternity? As if we were trapped in a hazy never-ending dream.
He must have sensed my confusion because his smile faltered, replaced with a look of concern. His eyes drifted to the photo album now resting my lap.
His piercing gaze skimmed through a couple of childhood photos of me and my sister and I found myself praying to whoever would hear that there were not any more embarrassing photos. Especially the ones were I was completely, utterly naked.
God, I hated these photos.
As I flipped hastily through the pages, only pausing to laugh at a photo or two of my ugly teenage his gaze landed on a photo of my mother.
But even though I recognized her, her features seemed hazy and indistinct, like a fading memory. I felt a wave of sadness wash over me, and I couldn't help the words escaping my lips. For some reason, it has become easier to talk to Azrael. To talk to someone.
"Funny, isn't it? This is exactly how I remember her. Just a blurry image and a faraway, soft voice calling my name."
Azrael's eyes were burning into me now, as if trying to decipher some hidden meaning in my words. I felt a sudden urge to confide in him, to tell him everything I had been feeling since my mother's passing, feelings I have never shared with anyone.
Instead, I traced the plastic film of the photo with my finger, feeling the weight of my grief bear down on me. Azrael's hand reached out to cover mine, and I looked up to see the unexplained guilt in his eyes.
But he was there, in this crazy nightmare, he was right there—my anchor in this sea of utter confusion.
The silence was now becoming a little too comfortable for my liking, and I felt as if his enigmatic allure was pulling me in.
As I leaned into him, I felt the warmth of his embrace wrap around me like a protective shield. It was a moment of raw vulnerability and intense emotion that I could not explain.
He was a dark figure, draped in shadows and exuding an air of mystery. His presence sent shivers down my spine, yet I found myself strangely drawn to him. Despite being a harbinger of death, he had a warmth about him that was unexpected. His closeness made my heart race, and a blush rose to my cheeks..
His breath was a gentle caress against my skin, sending a tingling sensation through my body. I wanted to scream, to yell at him for intruding into my life, for making me question everything. But in that moment, I realized I didn't want to fight. I just wanted to surrender to the intoxicating pull he had on me
"F*ck it," I thought, giving in to the temptation of his presence. I craved the warmth of his touch, the electric sensation that sent sparks through my veins.
Hesitantly, I rested my head against his firm chest, feeling my eyes grow heavy and my surroundings blur. It was only when I felt his fingers running through my hair that I felt his approval.
"Why?"
I finally broke the heavy silence, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Hmm?"
He raised an eyebrow, his sly smirk revealing porcelain fangs that gleamed like a vampire's.
I realized I had been staring at his lips, mesmerized by their smoothness and the danger that lurked behind them.
"Why do you have fangs?"
I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, sending a fire to my cheeks.
"They say I got them from my mother, I'm not sure, though. I haven't seen her before." he shrugged nonchalantly.
If I hated something about this man, it would be his voice. That said voice was always low and most of the times devoid of emotion, like ice in the dead of winter.
But it only made him more intriguing, more alluring to me. I was captivated by the enigma that was Azrael, the dark angel who held both the beauty of life and the mystery of death in his grasp.
His presence was both terrifying and irresistible, and I found myself falling deeper into his spell with each passing moment. It was as if fate had brought us together, and I couldn't resist the pull he had on my heart.
Fate.
Was it really fate? Or something more sinister?
I was entranced by his presence, and I knew that I had fallen under his spell.
In that moment, the world faded away, leaving only Azrael and me, locked in each other's embrace.
His lips brushed against mine, sending shockwaves of desire through me. I surrendered myself to him completely, lost in the dark and alluring world he had pulled me into.
This was wrong…on so many levels. My mind kept screaming but I could not hear it over the sound of my heart poinding in my ears.
'What are you doing?' I kept asking myself.
'This is not real. He's not real. Wake up.' I kept telling myself.