Their Midnight Obsession | 18+ (Published)

LUNA'S POV

 (TW: Sexual Content)

Three days had passed since our encounter, yet I hadn't seen him. At times, I regretted letting him kiss me. The Devil Hideout kept my thoughts in a tumult, but the urge to meet him again persisted. Despite the dangerous aura he exuded, my heart seemed tethered to him. No cryptic messages from my secret psycho stalker had arrived, a mix of relief and anxiety knotting my stomach.

"Drink for VIP Room 2,"   Lyla, my co-worker, snapped me back to reality. Her dark red lipstick adorned her heart-shaped lips, a sight I found hard to appreciate. Adjusting the tray in my hand, I made my way to the room. Since our encounter, no one had asked me to go to a VIP room. I served on the ground floor, keeping our encounter to myself.

Before turning the doorknob, I adjusted my skirt and entered with a throbbing heart. The room was empty, yet the lingering smoke hinted someone had been here. The couch in the middle of the room was vacant. I put the tray on the small round table beside the couch. A half-lit cigar on the table caught my eye. Someone was present. My neck hair stood firm, and anxiety rushed to my stomach. I could sense him behind me, his expensive cologne embedding itself in my soul. Before I could turn around, he whispered, "In my domain," sending shivers down my spine. He pressed his body against mine, and I shuddered at his audacity. His hot breath fanned across my neck, my heart racing. I stood straight, pretending to be composed, but inside, my heart was in overdrive. I turned to face him, meeting his dark cyan eyes flickering with interest. His stained-red shirt caught my attention, and my eyes widened in shock. Blood? Why was I surprised? After all, he reveled in it.

In the dimly lit room, he leaned in, "Scared, Lu?" Lu. The nickname sent butterflies dancing in my stomach, and my abdomen twitched in pleasure. He stepped closer as I moved back, eventually falling onto the couch. His presence was overwhelming as he positioned himself, a seemingly careless display of power. He placed his left foot beside my right thigh and settled his left hand on the respective thigh lazily. His hand fell idly, revealing scary tattoos and a shining silver watch sticking to his wrist, veins popping out of his skin. His long rough fingers, resting purposefully; what if his long fingers inside me... No, no, I won't think about that. Before I could study his muscular thighs, my phone buzzed with a message.

Unknown: "Flirting with the royal devil, huh? Obsession? Enjoy your night, and I'll make you regret it tomorrow."

Damn it, my stalker was watching me. I gulped the lump in my throat as I tried to retrieve my phone. He snatched it, waving it in the air. My jaw dropped; what had he just done? Thank goodness it was locked. He tucked it in his pocket, looking nonchalant.

"How ungrateful you are. I saved you that day, and instead of saying thank you, you're continuously gawking at me. Haven't you seen any hot man before?" He winked, and my heart somersaulted. I wanted to deny it, but the words wouldn't come.

"Give back my phone," I hissed, attempting to sound unimpressed.

"You want your phone, Lu? Huh?" He ignored my formal request. "And what will I get in return?" My mouth fell open. What was he playing at?

"Seriously, this is my phone."

"And it's my possession now, sweetheart!" He looked amused, a sly smile playing on his lips. I couldn't escape him unless I gave him what he wanted.