No Love For The Villain - Chapter 0
“Tell me. What is it that you want? I’ll give you everything.”
A wicked man who ruined lives, a murderer who snuffed out breath with ease, a beast that knew no guilt. People called him a villain.
But to Sierra, he was a savior.
What did she want, he asked.
She wanted to die.
At last, she could finally say it—ask to be killed. But just when the cold eyes of the heartless man began to seem gentle, a single wish lingered on her lips.
“Eli.”
When she spoke his name aloud, its owner met her gaze and waited.
“What is it you want me to do for you?”
But for Sierra, that was all there was. She wanted nothing else—only him. Ten years had passed since her father’s death, leaving her with nothing more to hope for, nothing more to grieve. On the day she reclaimed her father’s body, she had even imagined being buried beside him.
And yet, the man before her made her want to regain what she had lost. She wanted to look at him as much as she pleased. To cry without restraint.
“I want to cry…”
Like someone who was truly alive again.
His dark eyes, like a night where anything could be dreamed, watched Sierra quietly. Eli, having found his answer for how to make her cry, covered her lips with his.
After tilting his head and sealing her lips, his tongue pushed into her mouth, entwining with hers. When their lips parted, Sierra was breathless, with tears welling in her eyes.
His hand slipped beneath her skirt. It moved slowly up the inside of her thigh, heading towards the space between her legs.
His probing fingertips felt as if they would push even further, barred only by her underwear. A dizzying sensation surged through Sierra, as if she were falling alone over the precipice of pleasure. She urgently clutched the collar of Eli’s shirt. Pulled close to him, she spilled a moan against his lips. The sweet moan began to resemble a sob.
The man who was giving her these tears, which felt ready to burst as he wished, watched Sierra intently. Waiting for the moment they would overflow.
Tears pooled in Sierra’s eyes. The moment they spilled over, Eli collected Sierra’s tears with the tip of his tongue.
Sierra leaned into Eli’s embrace. In her muffled ears, only the sound of his heartbeat remained.
Like an audience craving more music, she listened intently. She wanted to hear more of this melody of life.
“Your heart is beating. Like a piano,” Sierra murmured.
Eli, who had offered his chest to her, pressed his lips to the spot on Sierra’s neck where her pulse was pounding.
“Your heart is beating, too.”
His words made Sierra happy. She was happy to share the same rhythm as him.
So now…
I wanted to live.
***
〈Angels wear the faces of the weak, and demons arrive wearing the faces of angels.〉
Therefore, a beautiful man is surely evil.
The demon came bearing the face of an angel offering hope. Live. You will be happy. It delighted in watching the human who, believing those words, endured another day of a hellish life.
God did not love humans. Only the demon loved. That love made them live, and there is no punishment more cruel than that.
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