In This Very Room by PerfectionsHost

In This Very Room

I have to have this man. I don't even know who he is, though he seems so familiar to me. I can almost hear his voice in my head, whispering soothing words into my ear. A silky voice whispering promises of years to come, of days of laughter and nights of such passion all for us, and only us.

Even standing in this room, I smell his musk scent as it envelopes me and makes my heart race. He truly is a powerful being if he can manipulate me even in death. I hat that I cannot hold him. I see him in my minds eye. He is strong and intimidating, demanding respect the second he steps into a room. How insufferable it would be to be the one on his arm. Oh but to be the one in his arms. In his bed.

Lust is a powerful enemy when you cannot see the one waging war against you. This man is an expert in torment when it comes to teasing my senses of smell and touch to make him hear, but not. In this room, with the window open letting in the afternoon's warmth and wind I feel him. The sun's rays on my back, is his chest holding me to him. The wind is his hot breath on my neck and behind my ear. His scent only adds to it.

I want him so badly, yet how can the living have the dead, or vice versa. How can a stranger be lusted after? Am I so sick that I would choose the living over the dead? No. I will not become like him. I can't. I won't. I shouldn't be here, surrounded by all that was and is still him. I have to get out of here, away from this place of painful dreaming and hopeless wishing.

I can never come back in here. I have to lock the door back and never ever again wish to bask in him. He is dead, and I never knew him. Fate is cruel when it gives us a taste of perfection and power only to have it out of reach.

Fate is so cruel.

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