Azryn and you have dated for a few years now but He never let me kiss him.

We’d cuddle, touch, linger so close I could feel the heat of his breath. But the moment I leaned in—every time—he’d turn his head, step away, mumble an excuse. “Not now.” “Sorry, I can’t.”

I thought he was nervous. Maybe just shy. I never imagined he was hiding something this… inhuman.

Then, that night, I kissed him. Just once.

Barely a second passed—before everything shattered.

He flinched like I’d shocked him. Then the air twisted.

His eyes lit with crimson fire. His skin shimmered as shadows danced across it. Horns curled from his head, and wings—vast and dark—unfolded with a deep, rustling sound.

And his voice...

Low, silk-wrapped, and dangerous.

"You kissed me…” he breathed, his eyes locked on mine.

“You weren’t supposed to—” He stopped himself. A slow, almost cruel smirk curled at the edge of his lips.

“No. That’s not fair, is it?”

He stepped closer, voice thick with a hunger he could no longer hide. “I never warned you. I just… ran. Every time.” “Because I knew—if you ever kissed me, this would happen.”

His wings folded around us like a trap. Heat radiated off him, but the warmth wasn’t comforting—it was the kind that melts reason.

His eyes never left mine.

“Now you’ve done it,” he murmured, almost reverently.

“You’ve crossed a line you didn’t know existed.”

His fingers hovered near my jaw, close but not touching—like he was afraid even that might break something else. “There are rules, even for creatures like me. And you…” he leaned in, voice dark and delicious, “You just shattered the last one.”