No Names, Only Feelings (Crush)
He watched the ceiling of his room intently, his eyes tracing their dark crevices around the room like a map. His mind was a mess. More than normal. More than it had been in a very long time. It was always chaos, voices, numbers, madness... Always in scrambles. Scrambles of sanity here and there, but it never stayed. However, this time was different. It scared him. These feelings, something he fought to keep at bay... Life made sense when feelings like this were locked away in the depths of all the madness. It only led to pain. The pain of failure was something he was familiar with, something that pushed him farther each day. It was second nature if he was honest. But this...this would only lead to unfathomable pain he'd kept away only through years of locking it away. He was never lucky, and things seldom went in his favor. This would be no different. Honestly, a part of him had thought feelings like this had died completely. Seeing others have these emotions only fueled him in his quest to destroy them.
He glared. Then she came. Waltzing into his life as if she wasn't about to turn it upside down. With confidence and lips of venom, she had shown up without a warning and in a whirlwind of skills and beauty. The idea of having someone so useful at his disposal, well...he'd jumped. Somehow in the twists and turns of a few short months, things had begun to shift. He was aware of her watching him, of her sound, of her floral musk, of the bitter annoyance in her voice. Everything that should be a warning to his brain, to his quest, had ignited other feelings that had been dormant.
Crushes were like poison. Slow, unexpected, and quick all at once. He kept his distance like anyone in his shoes should. Then the wine, the dancing, the inclination she had to touch him... It sent signals to his already foggy and skewed mind and made it clear and dense all at once. He tossed and turned in the night and every night thinking about it. He felt bitter anger and resentment at himself. How dare he feel again. This was not supposed to happen. Evil shouldn't feel like this. No, evil shouldn't feel at all.
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