His Vengeful Desire | 18+ (Duet 1)

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Summary

"You know, don’t you? That I see through you. Past every sharp word you throw at me, past every defiant look. I see the fear, the fire, and the way you fight against what you feel.” He says. My breathe was shallow, and I was breathing harder than usual. "Don’t flatter yourself, Adrient. Whatever you think you see is your own delusion.”I said, trying to deny the feeling that I was having for him. “Then why are you trembling, chérie? Why do your breaths hitch every time I’m this close?” His hand traces the curve of her jaw, tilting her face upward, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze. "You don’t scare me.” I said, my voice shaky. I wasn't scared. I was just consumed. A low chuckle escapes him, dark and knowing,“Maybe not. But I consume you, don’t I?" And here he said it, he knows it. "Just like you consume me. Every waking thought, every restless night. I’ve tried to stay away, to bury this… obsession. But I can’t. And you don’t want me to, no matter how hard you fight it.” My voice is barely a whisper now, trembling under the weight of his confession,“You’re wrong.” He leans closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear,“Am I? Then tell me to leave, Elara. Tell me you don’t feel it, too.” Silence hangs between us, heavy and electric.I don't’t push him away. I don’t say a word. And that, to him, is the only answer he needs.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
3
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Chapter 1

ADRIENT RENAULT

The sound of his neck snapping was sharper than I expected, echoing in the alley where supposedly I was the only one.

My breathe ragged as I drop his lifeless body back to the ground. Another damn FBI, lost his life on my hand. Why do they keep on doing things that will only cost them another life?

Here we are, 38 bodies lost it’s life just on my hand. Still they keep trying. Never gave up ever.

I crouched beside him, my fingers swift as I searched his pockets. It wasn’t just about survival - it was about the spoils.

Killing an agent always had a benefit, they always carried weapons. This one was no different.

My hands gripped the cold metal of the gun, the weight of it familiar on my palm. I slipped it on my coat’s pocket, a small satisfaction taking over me as I did so.

Thirty eight guns. Thirty eight lives.

I straightened and glanced around. The alley was empty, covered in darkness and the faint colors of streetlights was igniting a small spark on the way.

No witnesses, perfect. Or else another life.

I turned around to leave.

“Leaving so soon?” A voice echoed that definitely wasn’t mine.

Look what we have here.

Andrew Laurent.

I stopped mid-step, a smirk crossing over my face. He stood a few feet away, the gun aiming perfectly on my head. The way he was standing was steady, his eyes cold. He was not like anothers - sharper, more calculating, braver and probably better.

“What else?” I replied, the smirk never fading.

He stepped forward and stood just a few steps away from me as he began.

“No mask today, huh?” He said, the usual smirk in his face.

I tilted my head a little and said, “The ladies won’t love it.”

His lips quirked upward, a humourless laugh crossing across his face, “Can’t believe you have that face.”

“I take that as a compliment.” I said.

The tension was at it’s peak, his eyes never left mine. I didn’t break eye contact either. We stood frozen like two predators ready to lunged at each other. He didn’t lower his weapon, I didn’t move.

Then, here he lunged.

I dodged it. Just as his arm was about to hit my head. My hands shot out, ready to grab the gun. But he was quicker than the most of all. So he was quick enough to pull his hand away, making a distance between the gun and my hand.

A sharp pain ran through my body as his fist landed on my jaw, radiating a quick pain. I stumbled back, but I managed to recover as I stood still.

While locking my arms around his arms, I could manage to make his hand lose it’s grip on the gun. And I snatched it, aiming it at his head.

“Time to say goodbye, Andrew.”

Click.

The gun jammed. And I froze.

My smirk faltered, just for a moment. He slammed his head into mine, a sharp pain crossing across my temple. My grip on him loosened, he took advantage, tripping me to the ground.

I hit the ground hard, the wind around me seeming to stop for a second. Before I could recover, he was already on top of me, pinning me down.

“Not so cocky now, are we?” He muttered, his breathe warm against my face.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I twisted sharply, throwing him off balance. My legs shot up, kicking him directly on the chest. He stumbled back, giving me enough time to scramble back to my feet.

He recovered again, lunging at me. But this time, I was faster. I darted in the the nearest alley, the darkness swallowing me whole.

I didn’t stop, didn’t stop running until the darkness of the alley fade behind me. Until I could see the lights of the Paris, outside the dark alley.

I adjusted my coat, and put the mask over my face. Don’t wanna land myself in trouble today.

The city of love didn’t care about the chaos I left behind. It never did.

I passed through the crowded streets, the faint smell of coffee and pastries filling the air.

The sound of laughter spilled out from a nearby cafe. I could see couples kissing, taking walk, eating together. One thing they never knew was that a predator was walking amongst them.

My pulse was steady now, better.

But then.. I felt it.. A hand on my shoulder.

I froze.

“Adrient?”

To be continued..

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