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Vane 🫦 and Lia
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For the dark romance girlies who want a man who'll build an empire while waiting patiently for you to return to the throne he's kept warm beside his…
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I could have any woman in Ravenwood with a snap of my fingers, but I've spent fifteen years waiting for the only one who matters. The one who's been mine since the moment I first saw her in that chemistry class.
Fifteen years, countless achievements, a successful career—and still, I'm the one thing he'd risk everything for.
“You'd really do that?” I ask, my voice barely audible over the muffled bass from the club. “Break your own rules?”
His thumb traces my bottom lip, eyes never leaving mine. “For you? I'd burn this whole fucking place to the ground.”
Vane's words echo in my head. No other man will touch you during the Hunt. The possessiveness in his voice, the fire in his eyes—I've awakened a dangerous hunger in him by signing this contract. And the most troubling aspect? Deep down, I want him to catch me. I want to know what it would be like to be his for a year—maybe longer.
—I've always wanted Vane. Not just for a night, not just for the physical connection that still haunts my dreams—but for something real. Something lasting.
“Say it,” I demand, pulling back just enough to deny her. “Tell me who owns you.”
“You,” she breathes without hesitation, too far gone in her submission to fight me anymore. “I'm yours, Vane. I've always been yours.”
“That's right,” I growl, lining my c@%k up with her entrance. “And you're never running from me again.”
“You're mine, wildflower,” I tell her, cupping her face. “You've always been mine, and now everyone here knows it. You're mine forever.”
I'm completely f@%king ruined for anyone else. Always have been, from the moment I first saw her. Something about this woman has always called to the darkest parts of me, demanding complete possession.
“Then there's a ceremony where I formally decide whether to claim you for the contracted year.”
Lia's breath catches. “And will you? Claim me?’ My laugh is dark, possessive.
“Wildflower, I'm claiming you for the rest of your fucking life.” I tighten my grip on her, making sure she feels every inch of me still inside her. “No running this time. I'm not giving you up after a year, or ten, or twenty.”
“You can't be serious,” she whispers.
“I've never been more serious about anything.” I twist her on my lap so she’s facing me, my c@%k still inside her, and cup her face, forcing her to maintain eye contact. “I've loved you since we were eighteen, Lia. That never stopped. Not when you left without saying goodbye. Not during the fifteen years you stayed away from me. Not when you were f@c&ing other men in New York, thinking I didn't know.”
After fifteen years of obsession, planning, and waiting, she's finally here—where she's always belonged.
My body responds to him instantly, arching into his touch like it's been programmed to seek him out. Three days with him after fifteen years apart, and I'm addicted.
“All this time,” he pants against my skin, his hips driving into me with punishing force. “So many years and you still feel like coming home.”
“You're everything,” he whispers, his voice breaking as his rhythm falters. “You're the air in my lungs, the blood in my veins. I've existed in grayscale since you left.”
“You're the color in my world, wildflower.” His lips brush my ear, each word punctuated by the thrust of his hips. “The green in every forest, the blue in every sky. I've been drowning without you.”
“I love you, Vane. I think I always have.”
“F@ck, Lia, I have loved you since high school. Every day without you has been torture.” His hips start moving again, each thrust punctuating his words. “You're mine. Always have been.” His voice intensifies, turning almost feral. “I'm never letting you go again. Never.”
“My heart. My soul.” His eyes burn into mine, leaving no room for doubt. “No more running. No more denying what we are. You belong to me, and I belong to you.”
“Yes,” I whisper, tears blurring my vision. “I'm yours, Vane. No more running.”
“Every night for fifteen years, I've dreamed of your body under mine. Every morning, I've woken up with the ghost of your scent on my sheets. Do you know what that does to a person? To want someone so badly you can taste them in the air even when they're miles away?”
“The boy you left behind died that day at the bus station. What rose in his place was something darker—something that would do anything, become anything, to have you back.”
A tear slides down his cheek. “I became this version of myself—controlling, obsessive, depraved—because it was the only way I knew how to survive without you. The only way I could bear the waiting.”
“Stars don't hide from the night sky that holds them. The ocean doesn't conceal itself from the moon that pulls its tides. And you—you don't need to hide from the man whose existence orbits yours.”
“I need you to understand something.” I press my forehead to hers. “When I said you're the oxygen in my lungs, I meant it. You leave, I suffocate. That's not romantic metaphor bullshit. That's reality. My reality.”
“When you left fifteen years ago, you took pieces of me I didn't even know existed. Pieces I've been trying to get back every day since. Not because I wanted to possess you like some object, but because without you, I'm just—”
“I'm just the monster,” I finally manage. “With you, I'm more. A man that maybe doesn't deserve you, but who is capable of love so fierce it would make gods jealous.”
“I spent fifteen years running because I thought love was supposed to be simple. Clean. Something that fit into the life I'd built—career-focused, organized, controlled.” She rises on her toes, bringing her mouth closer to mine. “But we were never going to be simple. You're chaos wrapped in emerald smoke, and I'm the girl who can't stop breathing you in.”
“I love you.” Her voice drops to a whisper. “Not despite the darkness. Not separate from it. I love the man who orchestrated my return and the one who hunted me through a forest. The boy who kissed me at eighteen and the man who tortures his enemies. All of it. All of you.”
“I love you,” I whisper. “Every dark, twisted, beautiful part of you.”
“Good.” His smile turns wicked. “Because you’re stuck with me now.”
We’re not a fairy tale. We’re something more complicated—built on pining and obsession, on surrender and dominance. But it’s ours, and it’s real, and it’s exactly what I need.