FATAL TROUBLE (REVERSE HAREM)

Part 32

"you are finally in my grasp, Ella."

You looked up at him in surprise.

🎵Something - George, Gang Hein🎵

The tall frame of the boy holding you in his embrace and his sly smile dancing on his lips. But him calling you with your name right now after that night felt so different. His touch is like shielding you from the negativity yet the hold had an anchor to keep you going away from him. The hold was firm yet there was an underlying possessiveness. Your name felt more beautiful hearing from his mouth, the surprise look on your face turned into a smile, the sweetest one to him.

🎵something in your eyes
tell me who I am
And something in my highs
Whenever you're near

You can tell me lies
I can read your heart🎵

And that smile urged his hand to trail up-to your face, brushing away the stray hairs and his thumb rubbing soothingly on your cheek. His Ella, his only girl standing in front of him, in his embrace and all alone, hidden from others. No one else is there to interrupt his dear moment. His narrowed eyes averted from yours and the gaze fell on your lips, he leaned forward but held himself back at the right moment.

The air was thick with silence, the kind that made every footstep sound like a thunderclap. The every twitch of tiny branches and leaves under your shoes were too loud. It was the perfect hiding spot, the best place to disappear from sight.

The place for him to spend time with you.

The boy in front of you looked like he wanted to show you more than you are seeing but he kept it all hidden in shadow. You held your breath, eyes scanning the dimness in his eyes, waiting for the faint sound of footsteps near both of you to pass.

But then, there was a rustle. Too close. You froze.

You pushed the boy lightly to turn around and looked around for the sound but there was no one and the sound also got lost.

A quiet voice, low and calm, slid into your ear from behind, too smooth for comfort. "You thought you'd be safe here? Aren't you afraid? You should run...away from us."

You whipped your head around, but the boy was already standing there—his presence sudden, unsettling. He held a stronger self than you, but a mere whisper of age between you, and there was something in his eyes that made your pulse quicken.

He leaned closer, too close, and whispered, almost teasingly, "You're not as clever as you think. I saw you before you even moved."

Your heart thudded against your ribcage, but you tried to keep your composure. "What do you mean?"

His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "I know how to find people... even when they think they're invisible." His voice dropped to a near whisper, the words sweet but with an edge. "And you? You're the weakest one, aren't you?"

His eyes gleamed in the dim light of the sun, unsettling in their confidence. "You're hiding from everyone else, but you can't hide from me." His words were soft but carried a weight—like a truth you didn't want to hear. "I'm younger, but in here... I'm the one who holds the power."

You swallowed, caught between the strange sense of being found and the discomfort of the silence that hung between you. He didn't step back; his gaze held you in place, as if daring you to move, to defy his claim.

"You're quiet. Too quiet," he whispered, almost as though the words themselves held power. "But you're not invisible. Not to me."

"Niki...you're not the one."