"Longing"

The lights dimmed, heads whipped around. The atmosphere of revelry evaporated immediately, leaving one of fear and apprehension.

He stepped forward, then again, boots clicking lightly on the marble as he descended the staircase, elegant, menacing, purposeful.

Seductive.

He spoke, delivering threats, but she didn't listen. Her vision was consumed by him, her thoughts running rampant and unbridled, this fiery apparition controlling every aspect of her black-shrouded figure, mind, body, and soul.

The passion didn't retreat even after the girl floated up to meet him, after he disappeared.

She ran off to rescue the boy, left to smolder in silence.