Touched by fire
581 Words
Soraya didn’t look back.
Her heels clicked sharply against the pavement, her stride commanding, every inch of her exuding control. The club was a memory now—lights, sweat, and chaos replaced by the cold night air and her silence. She didn’t care if he followed.
But Jace did. Just a step behind, unsure of what had possessed him but knowing he couldn’t stop now.
“Soraya,” he called, his voice quiet but desperate. “Wait.”
She stopped.
Not because of his voice—but because she allowed herself to. Slowly, she turned, her eyes slicing through the dark, landing on him with that same unreadable expression.
“You really want to keep following me like a lost boy?” she asked, tilting her head.
“I just want to understand,” he said, taking a step closer.
She laughed. Cold. Low. Dangerous.
“There’s nothing to understand, sweetheart. I told you. You’re not ready for what I am.”
“Then show me.”
His voice surprised her. Not because it was bold—but because it didn’t tremble.
Her gaze flicked over him, like a queen inspecting a peasant who dared speak. She didn’t smile. Instead, she walked right up to him, so close he could smell her perfume—jasmine and smoke.
“Get in the car,” she said.
He obeyed.
**
The silence in the car was heavier than the bass had been in the club. Soraya didn’t speak. Her fingers curled around the steering wheel like she was holding herself back from something feral.
Jace sat stiffly, side-eyeing her as the city lights danced across her face.
“I didn’t mean to push,” he said.
“You didn’t,” she replied flatly.
Her tone shut him down. The distance between them felt like oceans. He wanted to cross, but he didn’t even know if she wanted a boat or to drown him.
When they pulled up to her apartment—a glass and concrete monolith with a view that screamed power—she didn’t wait for him.
Inside, everything was dark elegance. Sharp corners. Cold marble. No softness in sight.
“You live alone?” he asked, voice small.
“I don’t let people stay,” she said, tossing her keys on the counter. “Don’t make me regret letting you in.”
He paused in the doorway.
“You didn’t let me in,” he said. “I followed.”
She turned.
Finally, something flickered in her eyes. Not softness. Something worse—interest.
She walked toward him slowly, deliberately. Her fingers found the edge of his collar. Her touch was light. Almost delicate. But her eyes—those burned.
“You’re a mistake I haven’t made yet,” she whispered.
“Then make me.”
His words hung between them like gunpowder.
She leaned in—but didn’t kiss him. Just stared, unblinking.
“You want to be mine that badly?”
He swallowed. “I want to know you.”
“No, you don’t,” she said darkly. “You want to believe I’m still human.”
Her lips brushed against his cheek, her breath hot.
“Sleep on the couch,” she said, pulling away.
And just like that, she vanished into the bedroom.
**
Jace sat alone in her sterile living room, heart pounding. He didn’t know what just happened. He didn’t know what he’d stepped into.
But he was in.
And there was no going back
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