CHAPTER SIX
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(..A Kiss…To...Hell..)
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THE STALKER KING
EARTH — DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES, NIGHT
Est sat in the back of a blacked-out car, watching.
William stood under the flickering neon of a late-night diner, nervously stirring a paper cup of coffee. Still jumpy. Still pale. Still pretending to be normal.
It was adorable.
And pathetic.
And infuriating.
Est didn’t know why he was here.
He should’ve ripped the boy open and taken what he needed. Should’ve dragged him back to the ruined throne of Hell and crowned him in chains.
But he didn’t.
Because William had looked at him. Had whispered his true name. Had remembered—even if he didn’t understand it yet.
And now Est couldn’t stop watching him.
Every night. Every movement.
Every breath.
“Is this weakness?” he muttered, fingers tapping against his knee. “Or evolution?”
No one answered.
He didn’t need them to.
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EARTH — THE GLASSBACK CLUB, NIGHT
William clocked in. Late again.
Est watched from the upper balcony, hidden behind tinted glass, sipping something expensive he couldn’t taste.
He knew William hated this place. The noise. The press of bodies. The attention.
That made it easier.
Because when William was uncomfortable, the cracks showed.
The magic in him slipped through—just a glimmer, just a shimmer. But Est saw it. Every time.
It made him ache.
Mine, he thought. You were always mine. Even before the curse. Even before the kiss.
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EARTH — AN EMPTY STREET, 3:00 AM
William walked fast, hoodie up, keys between his fingers like claws.
He wasn’t being followed.
Not by anything human.
Est moved like wind. Like shadow. Like hunger.
Sometimes close enough to touch. Sometimes a blur in a shop window. Sometimes nothing but breath on the back of William’s neck.
And every time William turned—
No one.
But his pulse would spike. His eyes would flicker gold. The divine c***k in him widening.
Est watched it grow.
Feeding it.
Nurturing it.
Wanting it to bloom.
And when the time came—when William could no longer deny what he was—Est would be there.
Not to claim him.
But to kneel before him.
Because in the end, it wasn’t just about taking.
It was about devotion.
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