Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (books for 10th graders TXT) 📖

 The man watched as I ate my breakfast. Most of the time, his orbs were drawn to my chocolate hairs that swayed with a feather-like fleetness to my every subtle movement, which as he says, was truly bewitching. 

 With serenely comfortable silence, I finished my breakfast. Mathew was quick to replace the empty plate with a glass full of freshly squeezed orange juice as he gave me a look to finish the orange liquid before walking inside the kitchen to wash my plate. 

 An unexpected memory lightens up and I smiled faintly peering down at the glass. I remember perching next to my mother where she would always place fresh bread, pancakes, and waffles on my plate knowing how much I adored them. She would usually advise me to eat more and to finish everything on my plate. Truly a loving mother. 

 "When are you getting off?" Mathew's honey-laced voice caressed my ears as I perked my eyes to give him my full attention. The male enlightened, his smile broadened with amusement as he sensed my eyes conclusively on him. 

 "Do you need me?" I asked with a teasing grin on my lips. Mathew laughed, placing one hand on his hips aswithe h other he ruffled his hair. 

 "Well, I need you always. But I want you to get home early...I want to take you out." He said, giving me a wink, his smile replaced into a sly smirk. 

 "Like a date?" I giggled, blushing slightly at his words. 

 "Of course! It's been a while since we....you know." I let out a hearty laugh as he wiggled his brows. 

 I remembered the first time we met. 

 It was a business party. I was forced to go because of Falcon, I was bored, walking around in a long blue gown. Taking a sip of champagne I found it on random tables. Alone and battered. 

 Then I saw Mathew. He was probably giving me the side-eye, I thought he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. He looked almost nervous when we made eye contact, his large eyes widening. It was funny, given to his dark brooding looks. 

 I laughed getting closer to him. He looked so stiff. I slightly touched his arm, telling him something stupid. Then he smiled at me. I knew we were meant to be together. We'd been together ever since. It was a happy relationship. 

 Balanced. Wholesome. Loving. 

 Despite this, he had no clue of my past life. The sufferings I had been through, only because I never had the enigma to be so brave to fully accept those incidents myself. But he often shush me to sleep when I woke up screaming and crying. He cared for me, let me move in. He never said anything means. Or at least I could disagree with it. Never forced pile of responsibilities of relationship on me. The man had just kissed me with his kindness regardless. 
 I loved him. 

 "Yeah, sure. How 'bout seven?" He smiled again. 

 I realized how much I loved him. 

 **** 

 What's more chiliastic than a barley soup? 
 Well, pretty much nothing. Except for lasagna with Bolognese sauce and pasta. 

 "So, how was your day?" Mathew and I, we're at a fancy restaurant in the middle of the sparkling city, breathing in the fresh moonlight and jasmine that littered the surrounding area. Like always, Mathew booked an outdoor table for the two of us, a beautiful lake beside us that illuminated the gleaming moonlight and provide some unknown serenity to my shattered thoughts. 

 Mathew's eyes immediately caught mine, the man looked pleased with my words. 

 "It was alright." He provided me warmth with that sweet smile of his. My world suddenly seemed to brighten on its own. His mine hands, and I had all the paradisiac moments to live by, maybe I'd be destroyed for him but I was too selfish to let him go now. His love annihilates my heart, my sighs find refuge in his heart. 

 "Hmm..." I nodded my head when suddenly a thought crossed my mind. 

 "When is your brother coming?" I muttered quietly, Mathew whirled his head towards me. His body tensed for a second as he stopped devouring the flavor of spiced salmon. I didn't miss the nervous glint of anxiousness in his pale forest orbs, one that was now anything but calm. Oh, how I wished I never brought that up. But it was too late. Like always. 

 He hated it. 

 "I...I don't know. It's been a while since I last contacted him." Uncertainty, that danced like a tail of unfamiliar words escaping his mouth. His eyes looked around, avoiding mine as he immediately grabbed the glass of water to calm his raging heart. Water, what a peculiar source to calm a flooded hurricane. 

 I, however, never contemplated how was it every time I ask him about his brother, the man seemed somewhat off. He was never like this when I talked about his family, but striking the topic of his siblings usually arises some unknown uneasiness inside him. I never complained though. Maybe he had his reasons, like mine. His beasts to keep reign over, to calm his horrors. 

 We both were damaged goods after all. 

 I nodded my head, accepting his answer though I wasn't quite satisfied. Satisfaction's bliss, wasn't it? 

 There were only limited things I knew about the man I loved, the man I kept close to my heart. His mother died in a car crash. He and his three other siblings survived the accident. Even though he was raised by his father, I never get to meet the guardian of my beloved. Mathew said his father's a religious man, he didn't speculate in living a before-marriage kind of relationship. So, Mathew had somehow managed to convince me that he would let us meet after he sort things with his siblings and father. 
 I, however, was alright. 

 At least he had a family to take care of, unlike me. 
 My train was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. Mathew gave me an apologetic smile as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. His eyebrows furrowed in a frown as he stared at the screen. If he wasn't tensed earlier, his whole body seemed to become stiffer as he rapidly blinked his eyes.