Horror x Romance

***Kai*** … We visit my brother the next day. There is still that painful ache in my chest whenever I think about my brother. I'm still in pain, but I am slowly healing. Charles holds my hand the entire time as I talk to my brother. Telling him I'm sorry. And telling him goodbye. “Lucas, I promise I will take care of your sister for the rest of her life. And I will make her so damn happy. I will love her with all my heart, brother-in-law,” Charles says. “Brother-in-law?” I raise my eyebrow at him. “Of course. If you are to be my wife, then he's my brother-in-law.” “What kind of proposal is that?” I push him. “Shouldn't you ask me and present me the ring first?” Charles rolls his eyes. “Fine woman, we'll buy the rings later. Will you marry me?” And that question fills the last crack of my soul with his love and strengthens me. “I like that very much,” I whisper. Charles and I walk through the fields, hand in hand. I feel like I'v...

***Kai*** … “Where are we going?” I ask as I got into his car. I’m wearing a white, cotton dress with jeans. My eyes look appreciatively seeing Charles in a sleeveless shirt, exposing his strong muscles. With his sunglasses on, he looks like a celebrity. “There’s this movie that I want to watch. Then I want to stroll down the high streets and have lunch.” “Sounds like a date,” I say jokingly. Charles starts the car. “Think whatever you want,” he says without looking at me. We’re in a theatre watching a rom-com movie. I never knew Charles is into these kind of stuff, but instead of watching the screen, Charles watches me instead. Sometimes he has that hungry look and I turn away, pretending I didn’t see. I feel afraid. I haven’t felt happiness for so long. I’m afraid if I get too happy, then life would throw me back into the gutter. But when the movie ends, Charles grabs my hand and takes me outside, his hand still tightly clasped on mine. He makes me fee...

***Kai*** … My first kiss. It starts off sweet first, our lips greeting each other. He brushes his lips on mine again, and presses harder and I can trace the shape of his lips with my mouth. My lips parted with a sigh and he takes that chance to deepen our kiss, his tongue tentatively touches mine. My skin burns with a fever as he pulls me closer to him, and I can feel the heat of his body. His hands roams the curve of my hips as his mouth continues to devour me. I forget about the spectators around us and focus on his touch on mine. His skin, burns on my skin. This devil, this damn devil, somehow manages to get under my skin and turn my entire world upside down. I sink my hands into his soft hair, and I pull him closer. I can’t get enough of him. Charles gives that deep-throaty laugh. “No wonder Prince Charming cease to see other women when Cinderella arrives. Because she outshines everyone else with her presence alone.” “Prince Charming is a very lucky ma...

***Charles*** ... I resist the urge to go back to the room to find her. I stand mingling with the party guests, not bothering to smile. This is my father's idea of a party, not mine. The music is too classical for my taste and I fucking hate these fake conversations as everyone starts talking about stock markets and comparing their daughters like they're livestocks. Darn women... they flock around me like sheep. They cling to my arm and it drives me bugfuck. They're all wear sexy dresses and paint their faces with so much make up. But I see them nothing as just clowns. If they want to seduce me, they should've come in naked. Not wearing feathers and shit. I sip my champagne, impatiently waiting for this party to be over. The door suddenly opens and light from the house burst into the garden. I turn and stills. My drink drops to the ground. She emerges from the door, her hair--it sets the entire world on fire with brilliant red. Her hair is tied up int...