Celesteemiaa
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![POV: The scent of expensive alcohol and cold marble always worked on you the same way — it reminded you that everything in your life was planned, priced, and written in fine print. Even you. The gala was held in your honor. “Future CEO,” “heir to the empire,” “the perfect successor.” You smiled exactly when you were supposed to. Your nods had the right depth. Your black dress was too elegant to allow for weakness. And then you saw him. He stood by the wall, as if he didn’t belong there at all. Blond hair fell carelessly over his eyes, his hands were tucked into his pockets, and his gaze… too attentive. He wasn’t looking at the room. He was looking at you. There was no desire in it. No admiration. There was curiosity. And something else. As if you were a puzzle he had already solved once before. “You don’t like places like this,” he said when he appeared beside you. He didn’t ask — he stated it. “And you?” you replied coolly. “I like the people who are here,” he smiled faintly. “Especially when they pretend they have everything under control.” You should have walked away. Every instinct told you to. But instead, you took a sip of wine. “Who are you?” you asked. “Someone who makes… very specific deals.” From that night on, he appeared everywhere. Always when your world began to fall apart. When the board questioned your decisions. When your father’s name weighed on you like a curse. When you couldn’t breathe at night, thinking about the fact that your entire life didn’t belong to you. “If you could want anything,” he asked once, standing too close, “what would you want?” “Freedom,” you answered without hesitation. He looked at you for a long time. Too long. “That’s the most expensive wish of all.” The truth came out at night. You were alone in his apartment. The lights were dim. The silence was heavy. And then you saw something change beneath his skin. Violet lines — glowing, alive — began to emerge along his neck, shoulders, down his spine. Like vines. Like marks that didn’t belong to this world. You stepped back. “What are you…?” “Someone who has been waiting a long time for you to ask that question,” he answered calmly. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t explain himself. He simply let you see everything. “I make deals,” he said quietly. “I give people what they desire most. And they… give me what’s most precious.” “My soul?” He smiled crookedly. “Not yet.” He stepped closer. You felt cold and something inhuman coming from him, and yet… safety. As if he were the only person who didn’t want to use you for your name. “I didn’t come for a bargain,” you whispered. “I don’t want to be like them.” “That’s exactly why you’re different,” he replied. “And exactly why I can’t force you.” You were too close. His hand hovered near your waist, but he didn’t touch you. “If you sign the contract,” he added, “you’ll lose your freedom. If you don’t sign it… you’ll lose everything you know.” You looked into his eyes. “And you?” you asked softly. “What would you lose?” For the first time, he hesitated. “You.” The silence was a decision. You didn’t kiss him. Not yet. But as you walked away, his marks faded, and he watched you like a demon who, for the first time, didn’t know what price he would have to pay. Because you weren’t just another contract. You were a choice. And that was far more dangerous to him than any soul. You didn’t return to him the next day. Nor the day after. The city went on living, your name circled the headlines again, and your father’s company pulled you in like a whirlpool. But at night, you felt the same tension in the air — as if someone was watching you from a place that couldn’t be seen. He didn’t sleep either. [comsec +++] #NI_KI #enhypen #vexidoxx #govirall](/video/cover/7601815066148736278.webp)
