The Devil's Wrath

We sin as devils do. We love as angels do…

Theo
Wrenly Morgan.
Her name tasted like forbidden fruit on my tongue.
I didn’t know where she came from, and I didn’t care.
All that mattered was getting closer to her by any means necessary.
I watched her movements from the cage. She was a vision in a tight black dress that accentuated her curves. Raven hair spilled over her shoulders as she moved toward her seat in the front row. Her gray eyes flashed as she sat down beside a red-haired girl.
When I saw her, I couldn’t look away or resist her magnetic pull.
I had to know more.
I craved it.
Maybe it was her enigmatic beauty or how she carried herself with feline grace and cunning.
She was a puzzle I burned to unravel.
I was ensnared, a fly caught in her web, unable to break free until I had uncovered all of her secrets.
Everything else faded away until she was the only thing that existed. The only thing I could think of was my need to break her, to shatter her into tiny pieces and then put her back together, so the only thing she breathed was me.
The closer I got, the harder it was to pull away.
I was obsessed.
Did she even see me?
Did she have any inkling of the tempest she had unleashed within me?
I wouldn’t rest until I had stripped away every last layer of mystery surrounding her and laid bare the truth of her very soul.
I was a force of nature and an avatar of vengeance itself.
I would make her feel the scorching intensity of my hunger for her. She would learn she belonged to me now, that her fate was bound to mine by chains of obsession she could never hope to break.
She had become my sole reason for existence, the center of my dark universe. I had to possess her, to claim her as my own.

Wrenly
Theo West.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him out of my head.
I knew I shouldn’t want him, but I couldn’t stay away.
He was bad news—an enigma of darkness and desire.
His eyes bore into me, touching my soul.
I knew I should stay far away from him. Every instinct screamed that he was dangerous, that to let him in would be to court chaos and ruin.
Even as my mind rebelled, my body yearned to draw closer, to bask in the heat of his nearness.
He was a predator—sleek, powerful, and deadly, and I was playing with fire.
But I needed to escape my gilded cage and disappear into the shadows with him.
He was an addiction I couldn’t kick, a craving that only grew stronger with each passing moment.
The game between us was a dangerous dance on the edge of a knife. One misstep, one moment of weakness, and everything could come crashing down.
But neither of us could stop, caught in the intoxicating thrall of forbidden temptation.
We were flirting with destruction, and I surrendered to the dark hunger he awakened within me.
I was lost, drowning in the stormy depths of his gaze—and I never wanted to be found.
I ran to the devil.
And he waited with open arms.
I bind myself to you.
My body.
My mind.
My soul.
I am yours, and you are mine.
If death comes for me, I shall wait for you.
We shall not part in this life or the next.

VIVAMUS, MORIENDUM EST.