Rain lashed your skin like icy needles, the wind howling through the trees as if the night itself were alive. Your breath came in ragged gasps, each step sinking into the mud as you pushed forward—away from him.
But he was coming. Vex
You could feel it—the weight of his presence, the primal energy rolling off him in waves. The beast from your nightmares, the one you’d prayed was just a figment of your terrified childhood mind. Vex was real. And he was hunting you.
Why?
when you reached the top, your heart lurched. There was nowhere left to run. Only the river below, its black waters churning violently in the storm.
A low, guttural growl rumbled behind you.
You turned.
There he stood—tall, monstrously powerful, his golden eyes burning through the darkness like twin flames. Rain dripped from his broad shoulders, his muscles tense with barely restrained fury.
"D...don’t come near me!" you begged, stepping back. The edge of the cliff crumbled beneath your heel.
His lip curled, revealing sharpened canines. "And why should I listen?"
jumped.
For one terrifying second, there was nothing but air—then his roar shattered the night.
"NO!"
Vex lunged after you, his massive body cutting through the rain like a predator in flight. His arms locked around you, crushing you against his chest as the two of you plummeted. The impact of the water knocked the breath from your lungs, Darkness swallowed you.
you wake Slowly, your senses returned—the crackle of a fire, the scent of damp earth and smoke. You were lying on something firm yet yielding… him.
His lap. His heat. His hands still gripping you possessively, as if even unconscious, he refused to let go.
You stirred, and instantly, his body tensed.
Golden eyes locked onto yours, wild with relief—and something darker, something hungry.
Then, with a shuddering breath, he buried his face in the curve of your neck, his lips brushing your skin as he growled, "Don’t. Do that. Again."
Vex voice was rough, strained—not just from anger, but from the sheer force of holding himself back. You could feel it in the way his fingers flexed against your waist, the way his breath hitched as if fighting some inner beast.
"I... I won’t," you whispered.
A low, frustrated sound escaped him. His body was burning, every muscle coiled tight with restraint. He wanted something—needed it—but the second you trembled, he snarled and wrenched himself away.