When The Moon Loved The Devil

Christian blackwood !

Rose pov

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"MUSIC ON!!" His sharp, commanding voice echoed through the entire hall, sending a jolt down my spine.

Music 🎵

As soon as the music started, the corners of my eyes began to burn. Even though I wanted to stop myself, I couldn't, and

I started moving with the jingling of the anklet bells , lost in the rhythm. With every jingle of my anklet bells , I lost myself deeper in the rhythm, my steps speaking the emotions buried within me.

— these weren't just words; they were my life. Every line sank deep into my chest. I was spinning and twirling as I danced, but the truth was… I wasn't dancing. I was breaking.

I was spinning too fast, and suddenly my feet slipped — I crashed to the floor all at once.

Then I felt someone approaching from the front. His presence changed the very air around me… even without seeing him clearly, I recognized him.

I lifted my tear-soaked eyes… and he was standing right in front of me… so close, dangerously close. But, sadly, I couldn't touch him — because he was no longer my Christian. Here, he was my enemy, my ultimate barrier, standing between me and everything I wanted.

Both of his hands were tucked into the pockets of his pant. His face was unreadable, and without saying a word, he stared straight into my eyes.

Swallowing his silence within me, I got up again, but my tears kept falling as I danced.

This time, I wasn't dancing to please him… this time, I was dancing just to feel alive.

Music🎵

I was spinning all around him, and he stand in the middle.

I could see his fists clenched tightly… but my entire soul felt crushed, twisted, and powerless.

The song ended… and I collapsed at his feet.

I had no strength left to dance. All I could do now… was cry. Just cry.

"Rose…" He sat down slowly beside me. And that one word… it shattered something inside me. I lifted my head. There were no tears in my eyes — only fire.

"Rose…!!!" I shouted. "Rose knight is my name, Christian blackwood ! "

My face was burning. My throat was trembling. But today, I couldn't stay silent.

He stood up without saying a word and turned his face away from me. I stood, trembling, barely able to stand. Years of suppressed screams were finally clawing their way out of me.

"I hate myself, Master… that I ever loved you!" I shouted, breaking apart as tears streamed down my face like rivers. But with every drop, my pain poured out too — every ache, every torment escaping with them.

"I'm ashamed… that I ever loved someone who doesn't even know the meaning of a woman's respect. I'm punished all the time… but for what crime?"

It felt like my entire life had become one long punishment — and I didn't even know my crime. " I stood there, lifeless and helpless, questioning Master with one question after another, knowing deep down that I might never get the answers.

"It's late… you should go to sleep."

"Go to sleep?" I wiped my tears ruthlessly. "How could anyone sleep carrying so much pain?"

"How am i supposed to sleep? Why have you left me here? What is my crime? Answer me, at least answer my words!!"

He didn't say a word. I knew… I wasn't going to get any answers. Silently, with tears still flowing, I stormed toward my room, my steps sharp and furious.

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Third person

Christian watched her leave… her back, her trembling shoulders, the unsteady stumble in her steps… he saw it all, clear as day.

(Love has a cruel rule… the one who drowns in loyalty often receives betrayal, and the one who stays careless is the one love gets written for.)

He said it softly, but each word hit like a dagger. His eyes… dark, stormy, yet untouched by regret for her. The corners of his lips twitched — not a smile, not a frown, just a bitter acknowledgment of his own cruelty.

His fists tightened in his pockets, veins standing out, like he was holding back the hurricane inside.

(Time is the tale of its own Yesterday was yours, today is mine. The ache after someone leaves… the pain of love betrayed… I will make every vein of yours remember it )

As he spoke, his expression suddenly hardened, every line on his face turning sharp, almost stone-like. Faint green veins appeared on his forehead, mapping the tension that had taken over him.

He slowly closed his eyes, and once again, the scenes he hated replayed before him. His brows furrowed tightly, his body tensed, and sweat began to break out along his skin.

Then, with a sudden jerk, he opened his eyes — now glowing red with fury. His entire body radiated heat, his forehead marked with veins pulsing with rage. In one swift motion, he ripped off his blazer and threw it onto the sofa with a roar of anger.

"Rose…" he shouted, his voice sharp and raw.

(Love… it drives a person mad, makes them a slave, and leaves them helpless… but I will never let it overpower you.]

He started to walk away. Suddenly, a loud crash came from behind, sharp and piercing… like glass shattering. His steps faltered, and he turned toward the sound. Without thinking, his feet carried him running straight in that direction.

The floor was littered with shattered glass. And on those very shards… she was walking toward her room. Without stopping. Without showing a hint of pain.

"This girl " his teeth clenched in anger.

His gaze dropped to the floor. There were streaks of blood on the glass. And in that instant, without thinking, he moved toward her room.

She had collapsed face-first on the bed, burying her face in the pillow, sobbing. Perhaps her feet were burning. The room was filled only with the sound of her soft, trembling cries.

Seeing her like this, Christian closed his eyes for a moment. He could endure everything, but he couldn't bear seeing even a scratch on her. He didn't know why he felt this way.

He sat down near her feet, silently picking up the shards of glass in her feet . A soft whimper escaped her lips as he worked, but he said nothing.

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Rose

I sat up, trembling from the pain. And then I saw him… in my room.

"What… what are you doing here? Please, just go—" I tried to speak, but he cut me off mid-sentence.

"Shh… don't say anything." His voice was strangely calm, almost gentle, yet there was an edge to it that made my heart race. I stayed silent, my eyes fixed on him.

I watched his every move. He had brought a first-aid kit and now carefully placed my feet in his lap, starting to bandage them.

I just kept staring, unable to comprehend… what was happening, why he was here, or why my heart refused to stop fluttering.

( Don't you feel any pain…? Every day, breaking yourself like this, hurting yourself… doesn't your heart ever stop for even a moment? )

He looked at me quietly, his gaze steady and intense. When he spoke, his voice was calm—too calm.

( It's a habit… whose heartache can I show, when the one who's supposed to heal me is the one who gives the wounds? ) My voice trembled.

"I hate you… and your fake, pretentious care." Tears slid down my cheeks on their own.

( In your world, love only means selfishness… I'm broken. I hate you. Just go away from here. ) My voice cracked completely.

He cupped my face in his hands, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. And for the first time in forever,

I saw that old Christian in his eyes — the same gaze that once gave me courage. But today… that same gaze hollowed out my soul, making me ache in ways words couldn't describe.

Those eyes… the ones that once held my shadow, my everything, now gleamed with the cold shimmer of a deal. Time hadn't changed… only the meaning in those eyes had. His gaze recognized me, yet my heart refused to accept it.

I lowered my eyelids slightly, because in his eyes, our entire past was trapped, unspoken, and undeniable. His eyes were red, a clear sign that he had been drinking.

He slid his hand behind my hair, holding it gently but firmly in his fist, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop — just the two of us, tangled between memory, pain, and a dangerous pull we couldn't resist.

"Ahh…" I groaned, my body tensing.