The First Glance
998 Words
LILITH
I woke up breathless.
Sweaty.
My heart was hammering in my chest like it had something to prove.
Another nightmare.
Another damn dream of a faceless man touching me like he owned me.
But this time, I liked it.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I kicked the covers off and stared at the ceiling.
“I need to get a grip,” I whispered.
I’ve never had a boyfriend. Never even kissed anyone. And now I’m having filthy dreams about a man whose face I can't even see?
Great start to the day.
I showered fast. Did my makeup like it was a shield — bold winged eyeliner, blood-red lips, and that tight black top that made my waist look smaller than it was. I had curves. I just never let anyone close enough to notice them.
But today, something felt different.
Today, I wanted to be seen.
The moment I stepped outside, the wind caught my hair and blew it around like I was in a dramatic movie scene.
I rolled my eyes. “Please, God. No wind tunnels today.”
University was a twenty-minute walk. Enough time to replay that twisted dream again and again in my head.
The man didn’t even speak.
He just… stared.
Hot. Possessive. Like he was starving and I was the only meal on the planet.
Ugh. Stop thinking about it, Lilith.
I’ve always been the quiet one.
The virgin with sarcasm and oversized books.
But not today.
Today I had a debate with Professor Hartman in Philosophy — and I knew I was going to destroy him.
Topic?
“Do humans need love to feel whole — or is love just a chemical delusion?”
I had my notes.
I had my anger.
I had my high heels that could probably kill a man.
I walked into the room.
And that’s when everything stopped.
There he was.
Back row. Leaning like he ruled the world with that smirk and jawline straight out of sin.
He was watching me.
No.
He was devouring me with his eyes.
And for the first time in my life, my skin heated like it belonged to someone else.
My thighs clenched.
I didn’t even know him.
And yet, I felt like I did.
AURELIO
The second she walked in, I forgot how to breathe.
Her eyes were dark and full of fight.
Her lips looked like they were made for lies and confessions.
And her body?
Fuck.
I sat up straighter in my seat.
She didn’t just walk. She moved like she knew a thousand secrets and every single one would destroy me.
My name is Aurelio De Luca.
And I don’t fall for girls.
I ruin them.
But this one?
She walked into the room and I swear to God, every cell in my body stood up and saluted.
She didn’t notice me at first.
But when she did?
Her lips parted.
She looked away too fast, like touching eyes with me burned.
I wanted to see that look again.
I needed it.
She sat down near the front, her notebook open, her fingers twitching like she had fire in her veins.
Professor Hartman started the debate.
She stood.
And every guy in that room forgot what air was.
“I believe love is a lie,” she said.
Her voice?
Sharp. Velvet. A damn weapon.
She didn’t speak like a girl afraid of attention. She spoke like a girl who was sick of pretending she didn’t want to be heard.
She kept talking, quoting Nietzsche and some philosopher I couldn’t even remember because the only thing I could focus on was the way her mouth moved.
I imagined that mouth whispering my name.
Screaming it.
I imagined her under me, trying to argue while I made her forget how to think.
God.
My fingers curled around the edge of my desk.
I needed her to look at me again.
She turned toward the class.
Her eyes locked on mine.
And everything. Went. Still.
LILITH
Why is he looking at me like that?
Like he wants to consume me?
I blinked.
Kept talking.
I told the professor that humans fall in love because their biology tricks them into believing they need connection — when really, we’re all just terrified of being alone.
But even as I said it…
My body reacted to him.
The way his jaw tensed. The way his eyes flicked down to my chest and then back to my eyes with zero shame.
He wasn’t a boy.
He was a man.
He was danger.
And it made my stomach twist in the most sinful way.
I sat down.
My heart was racing.
Why did I feel like something had shifted?
Like he’d marked me already and I didn’t even know his name?
AURELIO
She challenged love like it was a war.
I wanted to challenge her in bed.
Make her scream my name until she believed in something real.
I needed to know everything about her.
Her name.
Her scent.
How she tasted.
But first, I needed to talk to her.
No. Own her attention.
I got up before the professor dismissed the class.
Walked toward her like it was the most natural thing in the world.
People moved out of my way like they felt what I was about to do.
She looked up.
Eyes wide.
“I’m Aurelio,” I said.
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
God, I loved that look.
I leaned closer.
My voice low.
“You debate like you’re trying to win a war.”
She blinked.
“You listened?”
I smirked. “I felt it.”
Then I walked away — before I did something reckless.
Like pressing her against that wall and kissing her until her legs gave out.
But this wasn’t over.
Not even close.
This was the beginning.
And I always finish what I start.
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