But I crept into your
heart...

You can't make me
disappear
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄

THEY LAY BARELY CLOTHED IN THE MOONLIGHT. Cars drove past not far away, Ransoms arm draped over her waist. Katerina lent in for a kiss, the kind she wanted to last forever, but after a time she withdrew to gaze at the face she loved so much. Ransom glided his hand over her skin to her face, brushing away curled hairs that fell in front of her face. "Have I ever told you I love you?"

She grinned, he said the exact same thing every time. "No, uh uh," she shook her head and fought away the smile.

His hand had migrated to her hair, pushing it back from her face once again. "Well, I do." As always she dropped her gaze before meeting his, there was an intensity to it, like his love was kerosene and she was his only flame.

Even without telling a soul it was soon common knowledge that Ransom and Katerina were lovers, although her sister Marta wasn't pleased. It was in the way their gazes lingered on one another, the way their voices became softer and in the shy grins they'd never worn before. Well, Katerina at least. In casual conversation they stood that little bit closer than folks usually do, their body language so open and relaxed.

Katerina leaned forward, her warm breath in his ear, then she hummed, "Must be lonely."

His lips, the ones that really didn't want to smile tonight, creep into a grin. "What is?"

"You. In this big house, all alone."

"Why would I be lonely when I have you." He spoke, grinning cheekily as she raised herself from the bed and made her way over to the small table holding the alcohol. Katerina wasn't looking her best. Her hair was coming down, as she had dispersed of her hairpins as she wondered around the room, and her face lacked powder and lipstick. She looked hot and tired, but nevertheless surprisingly happy. 

As she pored herself a glass of scotch she turned back to him. "Thats right. You can't possibly be lonely all those nights I come over."

Ransom turned with that serious look that still had his trademark warm smirk, "So long as you're by my side, sweet angel, the rest of the world can go fuck themselves."

"Now, are you coming back to bed?”

“With you in your underwear?” Katerina looked bemused until Ransom turned turned to her, there was no doubting that look, he had a wonderfully wicked idea and all of it needed a darkened room and king sized bed.

“I can take it off if it bothers you."

A smile flashed across her face from beneath reems of hair. It created slight dimples and creases that moved her freckles. Even though it was gone quickly, it was still there. She dipped her head down; never someone to be loud when unnecessary. Casting her eyes to the side, he could see the shape of her face like a silhouette. It gracefully moved up and over her cheek bones then slanted sharply at her mouth.

Each of her shoulders curled in, towards her chest. She was as statue at this time, drilled down with a sense of being completely exposed, on display. Each of her fingers were laced together with one another, holding herself together amidst her fragility.

He made ‘sexual’ comments, jokes, gestures, and she intercepted signals that were not-so-pastoral directed at her. He would ‘accidentally’ brush up against her, or linger his hand longer than it was usual when they shook hands. One day he hugged her, not a perfunctory gesture mandated by social etiquette: it lingered, his stubble glazed her cheeks, and he brushed his lips on hers. It first started when she would drop Marta off at the Thrombey house. As she walked outside to return to her car, there he was grinning as his eyes cast down her figure.

"I have to meet with your mother in an hour. Shes got a meeting with Mr Dawson." She mumbled rather dissapointingly, as she fiddled with the sleeve of the oversized cream sweater she was wearing, one of Ransoms many.

"That's plenty of time."

In the room that is twilight and shadow Ransom stood close enough for her to breathe in his scent. His arms wrapped around her back and in one gentle pull their skin touched. She could feel his hand in her hair, how he loves the softness, watching it tumble as he releases it. Then his hand moved down her cheekbones to her lips. That's when the kissing started and they moved like partners in a dance that is written in their DNA. Their bodies fit together as if they were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm. He lifted her right off her feet, carrying her toward the bed, letting her fall with a soft bounce on the mattress.

They locked eyes for just a moment, just enough for then to feel safe with one another. He focused on her eyes, which were darting back and fourth, shining in the sunlight that shone through the window. They were a deep, earthy brown - the colour of the earth after torrential rains. But there was something else in them, something glistening. Glistening like an old copper penny.

"You know I'd do anything for you?" He spoke as he trailed his fingers down the outside of her thy.

"Anything?" She teased with a small tilt of her head.

"Anything." Katerina looked bemused until Ransom kept his eyes on her, eyes that were currently clouded with darkness. However, not a lustful darkness, it was more sinister. More evil.

Her lover dropped beside her on the best once again and wrapped his arms around her in a moment and Katerina let her head rest back upon his chest.

She was his drug. One touch and her intoxication was instant. Whatever she wanted to do is what they would do and there wasn't a thing he could do to stop her - not that he'd want to. Just her scent sent him into a heady trance, one that doesn't end until their bodies were entertwined.

She knew he was right. He would do anything for her. At that moment in time as she listened to the subtle beating of his heart, she just didn't realise how far he would go. Har far he would go for her.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 !
so this is the prologue
of devil. i hope you enjoy
the book and feel free to
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