Dante Shadows

christmas night trama

HER POV;

The house was alive with the warmth of twinkling lights and the scent of pine from the freshly decorated Christmas tree in the corner. I had spent the entire day preparing for the holiday, wrapping gifts in colorful paper and arranging them under the tree, each one a token of love and thoughtfulness. The soft glow of the lights illuminated every corner of the room, creating a cozy atmosphere that felt like a safe haven.

But as I stood in the living room, a sense of unease began to creep in. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. I brushed it off as nerves, the result of being alone in the house on Christmas Eve. I turned on some festive music, hoping to drown out the silence, but the feeling lingered.

As I moved to the window to adjust the curtains, a sudden beam of light pierced through the darkness outside, cutting through the glow of my decorations. My heart raced as I squinted into the night, the light moving slowly across the garden. It was a flashlight, and for a moment, I thought it might be Dante, lurking in the shadows, ready to ruin my holiday. Well, its has been a few days, hes stalking me and nearly found everything, which made me raving mad and self-dump at the same time. i hate him for f*****g me. It's is called being r***d. Or I know in booktok its called with many fancy words, but still I'm not okeyy.

“Ugh, what does he want now?” I muttered under my breath, annoyance bubbling up inside me. I flicked off the lights, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but as the darkness enveloped the room, my heart sank. The figure outside was not Dante.

It was a man, and he was holding a knife.

Panic surged through me, and I felt my breath quicken. I fumbled for my phone, my hands shaking as I tried to dial 911. But before I could press call, a loud, insistent knocking echoed through the house, making me jump. My heart raced as I glanced toward the door, dread pooling in my stomach.

“Who is it?” I called out, my voice trembling. No response came, just more knocking, more urgency.

I turned and bolted toward my room, my mind racing. I locked the door behind me and grabbed my phone again, but the signal was weak—no bars, no connection. I felt trapped, the walls closing in around me as I sank to the floor, my back against the door.

The knocking continued, relentless and demanding. I could hear the sound of footsteps moving around the house, the creaking of floorboards echoing in the silence. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt the walls closing in on me.

In a moment of desperation, I glanced around the room, my eyes landing on the closet. I remembered my childhood, the times I had hidden in there during storms or when I was scared. It felt like a lifetime ago, but the instinct to hide kicked in. I crawled into the cupboard, pulling the door closed behind me, the darkness wrapping around me like a shroud.

As I sat there, the memories flooded back—hiding from the world, feeling small and vulnerable. I tried to focus on my breathing, but the panic clawed at my throat, making it hard to swallow. The sound of breaking glass shattered my thoughts, and I felt the world tilt around me.

The fear was overwhelming, and I could feel my vision blurring. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the noise, the memories, the fear. But it was too much. The darkness closed in, and I felt myself slipping away, fainting into the void.

The clock struck midnight, its chime echoing ominously through the stillness of the house. I lay curled up in the cupboard, the darkness pressing in around me, my heart racing as I fought to regain my composure. The muffled sounds of the outside world had faded, but the fear still clung to me like a heavy fog, suffocating and relentless.

Suddenly, I felt a presence in the room, a shift in the air that made my skin prickle. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for whatever was lurking in the shadows to reveal itself.

Then, the door creaked open, and I felt a rush of cool air. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying it was just my imagination. But then I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, and I flinched, ready to bolt. Father wants you to be strong.

“Yara,” a familiar voice whispered, low and soothing. “It’s me, Dante.”

I opened my eyes, blinking against the darkness. He was there, his silhouette barely visible in the dim light filtering through the window. Relief washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by confusion and fear. Why was he here?

Before I could say anything, he reached down and carefully pulled me from the cupboard, laying me gently on the floor. I felt the coolness of the wood beneath me, grounding me as I tried to process what was happening.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. I could see the outline of his face, the way his brow furrowed as he looked down at me. No, I'm not. It feels sick, it felt like the old days.

But I couldn’t respond. The tears I had been holding back spilled over, and I found myself sobbing uncontrollably. The fear, the panic, the memories—it all came rushing back, overwhelming me.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, moving closer. The room felt darker as the lights flickered and then faded out completely, leaving us in near darkness. I could barely see him, but I could feel his presence, warm and protective.

“Yara,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. “I will protect you.”

His voice was a balm to my frayed nerves, and I leaned into him, he comforting me like papa seeking comfort in the warmth of his embrace. He gently rubbed my back, his touch soothing as I buried my face in his shoulder, letting the tears flow freely.

“I’m so scared,” I whispered between sobs, my voice muffled against him. “I thought I was going to die.”

“You wont, darling,” he replied, his tone steady and reassuring. “ you’re not alone. I’m here, and I won’t let anything happen to you.”

As I clung to him, the darkness around us felt less suffocating. I could feel the strength in his arms, the way he held me as if I were the most precious thing in the world. It was a strange comfort, one that both terrified and calmed me at the same time. whats happening to me??

“Just breathe,” he said, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of my emotions. “You’re safe now. I promise.”

Slowly, my sobs began to subside, and I focused on his words, on the warmth of his body against mine. The fear that had gripped me so tightly started to loosen its hold, replaced by a sense of security I hadn’t expected to find in him. MAYBE demons are less scary than humans scary. Maybe hes going to protect me the f**k I know he my godmann stalker, but still hes warm.

I stood in front of the mirror, taking in my reflection. The maroon dress hugged my curves perfectly, shimmering under the soft light of my bedroom. I had paired it with my favorite YSL heels, the ones that made me feel like I could conquer the world. My makeup was bold and vibrant, a nod to my Latina heritage—smoky eyes that drew attention and a deep red lip that made a statement.

Tonight was supposed to be a celebration, a chance to let loose and enjoy the holiday spirit. Dante was busy at the carnival, and while I understood he had his commitments, I felt a pang of disappointment. I had hoped we could share this night together, but I refused to let that ruin my mood.

With one last glance in the mirror, I grabbed my clutch and headed out the door, determined to make the most of the evening. The party was being held at a friend’s house, and as I arrived, the sounds of laughter and music spilled out into the night, wrapping around me like a warm embrace.

As I stepped inside, the atmosphere was electric. The room was filled with twinkling lights, festive decorations, and the scent of holiday treats wafting through the air. I felt a rush of excitement as I mingled with friends, exchanging hugs and greetings.

But as the night wore on, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled in my stomach. I spotted Ethan across the room, his laughter ringing out as he stood with a girl who looked like she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine. My heart sank when I noticed the way he leaned in close to her, his hand resting casually on her waist.

Ethan. The name echoed in my mind, a reminder of the betrayal that had shattered my world just a few weeks ago. He had cheated on me, and seeing him with someone else felt like a fresh wound being reopened. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I had moved on, or at least I thought I had. But seeing him with another girl stirred up feelings I thought I had buried.

“Yara! Over here!” a friend called, pulling me back to the present. I forced a smile and joined the group, trying to shake off the unease that had settled in my chest.

As I chatted and laughed with my friends, I couldn’t help but glance back at Ethan. He was animated, his eyes sparkling as he spoke to the girl. , and I reminded myself that I was here to have fun, to celebrate the holidays with my friends.

“Hey, Yara,” my friend Mia said, nudging me playfully. “You know what you need? A new boyfriend. I challenge you to find one by the end of the night!”

I laughed, but it felt forced. “Yeah, right. Like that’s going to happen.”

“No, seriously! You’re too amazing to be hung up on Ethan. You deserve someone who appreciates you,” she insisted, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s make it a game. You have to flirt with at least three guys tonight. It’ll be fun!”

I rolled my eyes, but a part of me felt a flicker of excitement. “Okay, fine. But only because I want to prove you wrong.”

“Deal!” she said, grinning. “Now go out there and show them what you’ve got!”

As the party continued, I found myself drifting away from the group, seeking solace in the quieter corners of the venue. I leaned against a wall, watching the festivities unfold, feeling like an outsider looking in. The laughter and joy around me felt distant, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of being left behind.

I pulled out my phone, scrolling through messages, but there was nothing from Dante. I missed him, i miss my godamnn stalker i need his dominant attitude. Sometimes I think maybe its because reading dark stalker mmc and prayed for that. I wanted to share this night with him, to celebrate the holidays together, but instead, I was here, feeling lost. God I feel like a hungry b***h at a buffet.

Just then, I caught sight of Ethan again, his laughter ringing out as he leaned closer to his new girlfriend. They looked so happy, and I felt a wave of bitterness wash over me. I had thought we would be celebrating milestones together, but now he was off making new memories without me.

“Hey, Yara!” a voice called, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to see Jake, a guy I had known from school, approaching me. He had always been a bit of a troublemaker, but tonight he looked different—more confident, maybe even charming. “What’s up?”

“Not much, just trying to enjoy the party,” I replied, forcing a smile.

“Want to grab a drink?” he asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Sure,” I said, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. I knew Dante wouldn’t like this, escailly his famous word MINES is a pain in the ass but I was tired of feeling like I had to tiptoe around my feelings. I followed Jake to the bar, where the music pulsed around us, and the energy of the party enveloped me.

As we waited for our drinks, Jake leaned in closer, his voice low. “You know, I’ve always thought you were way too good for Ethan. You deserve someone who actually sees you.”

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, surprised by his boldness. “Thanks, I guess. It’s just... complicated.”

“Complicated is an understatement,” he replied, smirking. “But you’re here now, and you should enjoy yourself. Let’s make some memories tonight.”

Before I could respond, I felt a presence behind me. I turned to see Dante standing there, his expression a mix of anger and concern. “Kitten is meeting boys without my permission?” he demanded, his voice low but intense.

“Dante, it’s just a drink,” I said, trying to keep my tone light. “We’re just talking.”

“Talking? It looks more like flirting to me,” he shot back, his eyes narrowing at Jake.

“Come on, man, chill out,” Jake said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “We’re just having a good time.”

Dante stepped closer, his body tense. “Do you have a death wish, Jake? She isn’t interested in whatever game you’re playing”

I felt the tension in the air thicken, and I stepped between them, trying to diffuse the situation. “. We’re just having fun. You don’t need to get all worked up.”

“Fun? your going to these words crimson ?” Dante’s voice was sharp, and I could see the possessiveness in his eyes. “You’re mine, .” Wow, he really lacks vocabulary.

“Dante, don’t do this,” I said, my heart racing. “You can’t just drag me away because you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous; I’m protecting what’s mine,” he replied, his tone fierce. “Let’s go.”

Before I could protest, Dante grabbed my wrist, pulling me away from Jake. I glanced back at Jake, who looked unfazed but amused, as if he enjoyed the chaos unfolding.

“Dante, stop! You’re being ridiculous!” I exclaimed, trying to free my wrist from his grip. “I can talk to whoever I want!”

He stopped, turning to face me, his expression softening slightly. “I just don’t want to see you hurt again. You deserve better than him.” great words

“Better than him? Or better than you?” I shot back, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You can’t just assume I need saving every time I’m around someone else.”

Dante’s eyes flashed with something deeper, a mix of anger and concern. “I care about my toys crimson. I don’t like sharing.”