Landon and Sadie found that their darkness matched each other’s.
To the broken souls who find comfort in darkness—I'll claim your jagged pieces as my own… —Landon Blackwood
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“Your fear is beautiful,” I whisper. “It makes me hard. Makes me want to hurt you to see what sounds you’ll make.”
“Run faster, little butterfly,” I call after her, loud enough to echo. “Your fear makes you so much more delicious.”
An unexpected sensation twists in my chest at the sight of her distress. I didn’t anticipate this—this strange discomfort seeing her broken this way. I wanted her surrender, yes, but this...
“Fly, little butterfly,” I whisper, stepping over the scattered equipment. “Show me those wings.”
“That’s why you’re perfect for me, Sadie. No one else could handle the darkness in me... because you have your own beautiful darkness inside you. We’re both a little broken, a little twisted,” I murmur. “That’s why we fit together so perfectly. Don’t you feel it?”
“It’s the jagged edges that make you who you are,” Landon says, his fingers tracing my spine. “The cracks and fissures where the light gets in. The places where you’ve been shattered and pieced yourself back together.” He slides in another inch, and I gasp. “Those broken pieces are everything that makes you you, little butterfly. And I fucking love that about you.”
“I’ll kill anyone who touches you,” he promises, his lips brushing against my temple. “I’ll tear them apart while you watch.”
The sound of her moans vibrates against my palm where it rests on her throat. A moment of clarity hits me as I realize this isn’t just lust anymore. She’s exactly what I’ve been searching for—someone as broken and twisted as I am.
“Don’t hide from me. Not anymore. I see you, Sadie. All of you.”
The uncomfortable truth surfaces like a corpse in dark water: I don’t want Sadie to hate me. I want her to need me. To crave me. To recognize that we’re the same.
“Everything with you is an experiment, little butterfly.” He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re the most fascinating specimen I’ve ever studied.”
“Do you feel it?” he asks. “Feel what?” “This.” His fingers spread wide against my lower back. “Us. This connection that defies explanation.”
“I can’t think of life without you by my side anymore,” he continues, his voice dropping. “I’ve tried. I’ve imagined you walking away when this year is over, and it feels...” He pauses, struggling for words. “It feels like drowning.”
“I’ve never said this to anyone before,” he continues, voice rough. “I don’t even know if I’m capable of saying it right.” His eyes lock with mine, intense and vulnerable in a way I’ve never seen. “But you’ve become essential to me, Sadie. Not as a possession or a prize. As someone far more vital. You’re the air I breathe now.”
“Not to hold you, not to keep you caged—I want to stand beside you. As an equal. As a partner.” His thumb traces slow circles on my palm. “I want you to choose me, not because of a contract or the Hunt, but because you want to.”
“I don’t want to leave,” she whispers. “Not after the year ends. Not ever.”
“Why?” The words escape me before I can stop them.
Sadie stands, closing the distance between us. “Because I love you.” My breath catches. “I love every part of you—the shadows, the fierce way you guard what’s yours.” Her fingertips graze my jawline. “Not despite those things, but because of them. You see me, and I see you. Our fractures fit like pieces of the same ruin.”
She takes my hand and places it over her heart, right where my initials are permanently etched into her skin. I feel her heartbeat beneath my palm, steady and strong. “And this?” she continues. “This means I choose your curse. I choose you.”
“The moment I caught you, little butterfly, we were both cursed.” I swallow hard. “I’ve never said those words to anyone,” I admit, my voice rough. “I never thought I was capable of feeling this.” I take a deep breath, forcing the words past the tightness in my throat. “I love you, Sadie. You’re the only thing I’ve ever loved.”