Wednesday, February 12, 2025

Whispers of the Midnight Storm

 


The night was darker than usual, as if the sky had swallowed the last traces of the moon. The wind howled through the empty streets, carrying the scent of rain and something deeper—an unspoken longing.

A lone figure stood under a flickering streetlamp, her silhouette barely visible against the stormy sky. She was drenched, her black dress clinging to her trembling form, but she didn’t move. She was waiting.

And then, he came.

Zayn’s footsteps were lost in the sound of the pouring rain, but his presence was undeniable. His dark eyes burned with something dangerous, something raw. He had sworn he wouldn’t return, that he would forget her—but the night had other plans.


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“Elyna,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

She turned slowly, her eyes meeting his, shining like the last star in an endless void. “You came,” she breathed, as if she hadn’t believed it until now.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he admitted, stepping closer, the rain soaking his leather jacket, his hands aching to touch her. “No matter how hard I tried.”

She reached out hesitantly, her fingers tracing the edge of his jaw, as if making sure he was real. “It’s been too long, Zayn.”

“Too long,” he agreed, his hands finally finding her waist, pulling her against him. Their bodies fit together as if the storm itself had woven them from the same darkness.

The thunder roared overhead, but they didn’t flinch. The world was chaos, but they were still.

“I don’t care what they say,” she whispered against his lips, her voice fierce, unyielding. “I don’t care about the past, the warnings, the danger. I want you, Zayn.”

His breath hitched, his fingers tightening around her. “They say I’m a curse, Elyna. That I’ll only bring you pain.”

“Then let me bleed,” she murmured. And before he could protest, before the words could form, she pulled him down into a kiss that burned like fire in the cold rain.

The storm raged around them, lightning cracking through the sky, but their hearts beat louder. Love, dark and untamed, had found them again. And this time, they would not run.

They would burn together

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