prologue
I just woke up because of the fragrant smell of flowers. I love the smell of flowers. Feels good.
If only I could just sleep like this without thinking about classes, assignments, or boring recitations. Damn, but I know at any moment my grandmother will wake me up to go to my beautiful university.
Please, I need 5 more minutes.
I don't want to open my eyes yet. I need to sleep more; I want to feel the softness of this bed. I want to feel the warmth of this comforter. I wrapped myself in it even more. What if I'm absent? Even now.
I even dressed myself in fetus style. Why is it too cold today? It's too lazy to get up when the climate is this cold.
"Claret..." I ignored the call to my name. Please let me sleep.
"Claret.." damn it. I quickly grabbed the first one near me and put it over my ear.
"Claret.." I woke up violently when I heard my name again from the unfamiliar male voice. Who is this man calling me?
I remained motionless. What is the man doing in my room? Where is Grandma? I'm starting to get nervous; having a man in my room is a huge sin. My grandmother would surely burn me alive.
But what I noticed almost made me stumble. What the hell? This is not my bed! How did I get here? Damn, I cannot remember anything. Did I drink last night? What the hell is happening?
"Come on
"Claret, stop that act." Why does this man know me? Acts?!
I just screamed when, suddenly, the thick comforter that was hiding me was pulled away. I quickly sat up and backed up to the headrest of the bed. And my eyes almost widen from what I see.
I'm in a strange room with this gorgeous stranger. Who the hell is he? Why the hell am I here? I'm just sitting on a red bed full of white rose petals. What's with this setting?
And I looked down on me, sh*t! I don't even own this dress! I'm wearing a silk black dress, and I can vividly see my body in this thin kind of dress! Has something happened to us? I automatically covered myself to hide whatever was leaking from this thin dress. Who dressed me?
Who the fuck is he?
The moment our eyes met, I couldn't help but swallow a few times. damn
He's too beautiful and damn topless. What am I doing in this room with him? How did I end up in this room and wake up dressed like this?
He now sits in front of me like a king as he gently sips red wine. He has this intense eye on me that I can't explain. My chest was beating faster at the way he was looking at me. He looked familiar, as if this was not our first meeting.
"Why am I here?" I asked him hesitantly. The last thing I remember is that my grandmother and I were still talking. Shit! I can't remember anything.
I was just surprised when he suddenly appeared.
disappeared from my sight. And I almost jumped when I felt his hot breath on my right ear.
My heart beat faster and faster as I couldn't move myself. What's happening to me?
"Open your mouth." I had no intention of following his order, but I don't know why my lips opened on their own.
Did he cast something on me? I can't move. I couldn't do anything but watch what he was doing to me. I could feel some of his fingers above my teeth. It was like he was trying to grind my teeth. Damn, is he some sort of dentist?
I frowned at his shocked expression. What's wrong with him?
"I didn't turn you," he whispered. Turn me? What?
I was even more surprised when he suddenly laid me on the bed. My own body didn't do anything, and it just seemed to be one after another with this man. What is happening to my body? Why does this man seem to be the owner? I can't command my own body. I can't utter any words. All I could do was look at this man, who was currently tilting his head.
I just closed my eyes when I first felt the warm breath on my neck. but what he did next made me catch my breath even more. I felt his tongue gently licking my neck. What the hell is he doing?
When I felt the warmth of his lips on my neck, I felt like I had my own control over my body again. I immediately moved my hands and pushed him with all my might.
But he didn't even move, as if I hadn't done anything.
"You are really something," he said to me, waking up. He quickly locked my hands on my head.
"Are you a kidnapper and are you going to rap-" I struggled. I couldn't finish what I was going to say when he spoke again. damn
"Feeding, baby, this is feeding," he said last before he went down my neck again. And I just screamed at the pain that pierced my skin. While his lips lingered on my neck, my whole body became hotter, and at the same time, I softened.
Am I thinking correctly? Are they really true? Why do I have to?
"You really taste sweet." My eyes are getting blurry, and I can't see him properly.
I tried to reach his face despite my blurry eyes. I can see red liquid on his lips.
"You're a vampire."
"Yes, I am."
was the last thing I heard before I finally closed my eyes. It's not a dream. He's the guy from that dark room.
The man with my blood on his lips.
