Choosing The Devil
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đź“– Chapter 8: Choosing the Devil
The car ride was silent.
Too silent.
I sat beside him, aware of every little thing—the way his hand rested near mine, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the tension that hadn’t left since I got in.
“You’re thinking too much again,” Dante said without looking at me.
I let out a small breath. “You always say that.”
“Because it’s true.”
I turned to him slightly. “And you don’t think at all?”
“I do,” he replied calmly. “I just don’t hesitate.”
That sounded like him.
Dangerous.
Certain.
Everything I wasn’t.
We didn’t go far.
The car stopped in front of a quiet, empty place—far from campus, far from people.
Before I could ask anything, Dante stepped out.
Then opened my door.
Of course.
I hesitated for a second…
Then stepped out.
The air felt different here.
Still.
Private.
Like the world couldn’t reach us.
“Why are we here?” I asked softly.
He closed the door behind me.
“Because you keep running,” he said. “And I want you to stop.”
My heart skipped.
“I’m not running.”
“You are.”
He stepped closer.
“And you’re still avoiding the answer.”
I swallowed.
I knew what he meant.
The question he asked.
The one I never answered.
Be my woman.
My heart started racing again.
“This isn’t simple, Dante,” I said quietly. “Your world… your life… it’s not something I can just step into.”
“You already did,” he replied.
I looked down.
He wasn’t wrong.
Not anymore.
Not after everything.
Not after him.
Silence stretched between us.
Heavy.
Real.
Then I said it.
“I was jealous.”
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
His eyes darkened slightly.
“Of who?”
I looked up at him.
“All of them,” I admitted. “The way they looked at you… like you belong to them.”
A small pause.
Then—
“I didn’t like it.”
Something shifted in his expression.
Something softer.
But still dangerous.
“They don’t have me,” he said quietly.
My breath caught.
“Then who does?” I asked.
He didn’t answer.
He just looked at me.
Waiting.
This time—
I didn’t run.
“I do,” I whispered.
Silence.
Then his hand lifted slowly—
Brushing lightly against my cheek.
Warm.
Careful.
Different from before.
“Say it again,” he murmured.
My heart pounded.
“I want you,” I said, my voice soft but steady. “I’m choosing you… even if I shouldn’t.”
That was all it took.
His control snapped.
He pulled me closer—
And kissed me.
This time, it wasn’t hesitant.
It wasn’t accidental.
It was deep.
Intentional.
Like he had been waiting for this moment.
My hands found his shirt, holding on as my heart raced wildly.
Everything around us faded.
The world.
The noise.
The fear.
All of it.
Gone.
There was only him.
The way he held me.
The way his touch wasn’t just strong—
But careful.
Like he knew something I hadn’t said yet.
Like he understood.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against mine.
His breathing uneven.
Just like mine.
“Liana…” he said quietly.
Something in his voice made my chest tighten.
Gentler.
Softer.
I looked up at him.
And for the first time—
I wasn’t scared.
Not of him.
Not of what this meant.
“I trust you,” I whispered.
His eyes held mine.
Searching.
Making sure.
And when he realized I meant it—
Everything about him changed.
Not weaker.
Not softer.
But more… careful.
Intentional.
“You’re sure?” he asked quietly.
I nodded.
A small movement.
But enough.
He exhaled slowly, like he was holding back more than I could see.
Then he pressed his forehead against mine again.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said.
And somehow…
I believed him.
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