When The Moon Loved The Devil

his intense touch

rose pov

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His grip on my hair tightened ever so slightly.

( Don't love anyone so much that you break yourself,.Christian blackwood doesn't love from the heart… he loves from need )

He looked into my eyes, and hatred burned there like molten fire. Every word he spoke carried venom, every glance seared into me. His eyes… God, those eyes… they were blazing like real flames.

Red, terrifying, yet impossibly deep, making it impossible for me to look away even if I wanted to.

He pressed my hair a little harder, bringing his face dangerously close to mine. My breath caught in my throat, as if it had forgotten how to move, stuck somewhere deep inside me.

Now, there was barely an inch and a half between our lips. So close that I could feel the warmth of his breath brushing against mine, teasing, almost cruel in its intimacy.

My heart was hammering against my chest so loudly that I half-feared he could hear it, half-feared it would betray the storm of emotions raging inside me.

Yet, despite the heat, despite the danger of being so close, I didn't look away. My gaze was locked on him… on the fire in his eyes, on that raw, unfiltered anger, on the hatred that seemed to radiate from every fiber of his being.

He shifted slightly closer, his chest brushing mine, yet every move screamed control. The set of his neck, the tilt of his head, the way his eyes burned into mine — it was a dance of dominance and vulnerability all at once. A storm contained within a man who seemed untouchable, yet somehow, right now, utterly human.

The more I tried to understand him, the further he slipped from my grasp. Sometimes, in his eyes, I would catch a strange flicker of love… like I was the most important thing in his world.

And the next moment, those same eyes would fill with hatred — so cold, so merciless, that my heart would shiver in my chest.

Why…? Why was all of this happening with me…? My mind screamed with questions, yet my lips remained silent.

Then, without a word, he reached for my chin, holding it gently from below, tilting it slightly upward. The touch of his fingers on my skin sent a shiver of electricity running through me, subtle but undeniable.

He looked into my eyes, deeply… so deeply, as if he wanted to read every secret buried within my soul. The intensity of his gaze made it impossible to look away, and for the first time, I felt the full weight of everything he carried — his fire, his pain, his unspoken truths — all aimed straight at me.

There was no distance left between us. Our breaths collided, mingling as if they were trying to become one. His warm breath brushed against my face, and my heartbeat raced uncontrollably, pounding against my chest like it wanted to escape.

In that moment, the world seemed to fall away… leaving only me… and him.

Between us stretched a silent, tangled love, heavy and undeniable.

"Mas—….. Mmmm… Mmmm…"

The word barely left my lips when everything seemed to freeze, suspended in time. he captured my lips between his. His lips covered mine completely, sealing every thought, every unspoken word, in that single, scorching touch.

I froze completely, as if someone had suddenly grabbed my heartbeat and stopped it. My words got caught in my throat, refusing to come out.

My eyes widened… my breath tangled… and my mind couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

His lips were on mine. But… he wasn't kissing me. Not really. His lips didn't move, and he didn't pull me closer. He had simply placed his lips on mine. So still… so calm… as if he were searching for an answer… or maybe fighting with himself.

I could smell the faint trace of alcohol on him, making my mind restless, but I was frozen in place. He wasn't ready to let me go… not yet

My entire body began to heat up slowly. My breaths collided with his, scattering and trembling against one another. My heart was pounding so fast that I feared he might hear it. My hands clenched into fists without me realizing, and a faint shiver ran through my eyelids. Slowly…

My eyes began to close on their own, as if I were melting into the heat of the moment, losing myself somewhere between us. He slowly pulled his lips away from mine — but not to create distance… rather, it felt like he was drawing me closer, closer to him.

Both my hands were pressed against his chest. I could feel clearly how his heart was racing beneath my palms… as if, like me, he was trying with all his might to hold himself together

Both of his hands cupped my cheeks. His fingers trembled slightly against my skin, caught between the desire to let me go and the inability to do so. We were so close that nothing existed between us anymore — nothing but our breaths, colliding and mingling.

His body… so hot, so alive, that the warmth seemed to seep straight into me. His heartbeat collided with mine, his every breath melting into my own. A strange, consuming heat wrapped around me… a heat that could probably melt even the coldest, most stone-like heart.

And in that moment… I had no idea whether I wanted to pull away from him or stay like this… forever, pressed against him.

His eyes were fixed on me — deep, sharp, and unbearably intense. The kind of gaze that stripped everything else away, leaving only him and me, burning and raw, in the middle of a world that no longer existed.

He pulled me closer until I was pressed completely against his chest, our noses brushing against each other. Our breaths started to mingle, colliding in a rhythm that made my heart race even faster. My heartbeat thundered wildly, and my breaths grew heavy, unsteady.

We were so close that there was no space left between our bodies. His presence was everywhere — in every breath, in every heartbeat, in that strange, restless tension that seemed to wrap around me.

I told myself I hated him… I said it to myself every day. Yet in that moment, being this close to him didn't feel wrong. On the contrary… his presence filled me with an unfamiliar, restless fire, as if some invisible flame were slowly spreading inside my chest.

His hands began tracing my face, exploring gently, deliberately. His fingers drifted across my soft cheeks, paused near my temples, and moved again, mapping me with a delicate touch that made my body shiver. There was a strange tension in his touch… a restless intensity I couldn't escape.

I lifted my gaze and met his eyes. He was staring at me, unblinking, every bit as deep and consuming as a storm. I felt as if he could read every thought, every secret, every hidden corner of my mind. My breaths tangled once again, caught between the heat, the tension, and the magnetic pull I couldn't resist.

again, he placed his hand on my waist, and his low, heavy voice brushed against my ear—

" Why didn't you come that night…?"

His question made my brows furrow slightly.

" which night…?"

There was clear surprise on my face… and suddenly an unfamiliar flutter began to spread in my heart. He studied the confusion in my eyes for a long moment, as if weighing whether I was telling the truth or lying. His jaw tensed lightly.

"That night…..."

* Next morning *

Christian and I were sleeping wrapped in the same sheet. A white blanket covered us, hiding half of each of our bodies. I had rested my head on his exposed, strong chest as if it were a pillow, drifting into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Morning had softly begun to seep into the room. Golden rays of sunlight filtered through the window, slowly making their way in, until they landed directly on my face.

I stirred slightly from the warmth of the light. My eyelids felt heavy as they slowly opened, and for a moment, I had no idea where I was.

But the moment my gaze fell downward… my eyes froze in place.

In front of me was his bare, firm chest… and my head was resting right on it. For a moment, my breath seemed to catch. My heart began pounding so violently that I could almost hear it echoing through the entire room. I jerked upright, sitting straight.

The blanket slipped off my shoulders, and I stared at Master with wide, panicked eyes… as if I couldn't believe I was really in the same bed as him. Seeing him, memories of last night came flooding back all at once.

"Wh- what were you saying last night… Master?"

I closed my eyes gently, taking a deep breath… trying, somehow, to calm the storm raging inside me. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked at him again.

"What is it… that suddenly made you hate me…?" My voice was barely a whisper, but the pain hidden within it was unmistakable.

"How can someone care so much even while hating…? If it's truly hatred, then why this concern…?" My fingers unconsciously clutched the blanket tighter. With every word, my heart felt heavier.

"How can someone hate the one they love so much… that they're willing to take everything away from them…?" My voice trembled slightly.

"Everything… their existence… their home… their family… their values…"

By the time I uttered the last words, tears welled up in my eyes. Suddenly, the world seemed blurry. I was looking at him… but I couldn't see clearly anymore… because the tears in my eyes were distorting everything.

And in that moment… only one question echoed through my heart—what had I done… that his love… had turned into such deep, unyielding hatred…?

He was still in a deep sleep… his face calm… as if nothing had happened that night at all.

But inside me… a storm of questions had already risen. Just then, there was a soft knock at the door. I jumped, as if someone had shaken me out of my own thoughts. Quickly, I wiped the tears streaming down my cheeks with my palm. My fingers were still trembling slightly.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady myself… but the redness in my eyes and the panic in my chest couldn't be hidden. My gaze drifted unconsciously toward Christian, then back to the door.

The knock came again… this time clearer, louder, impossible to ignore. I looked at Christian in panic. He was still in a deep sleep… completely untouched by any sound in the world.

Then, the knock came a third time, and at the same moment, Aurelia anuty 's heavy voice reached my ears—

( Rose opened the door. How long have you been sleeping today? )

The moment I heard anuty's voice, my heart seemed to stop for a second. I jolted upright from the bed. The first thing I did, in a panic, was cover Christian completely with the blanket… making sure not a single part of him was exposed.