Luxiana Sommeris“Looks like someone had a rough night,” came a familiar voice, cutting through the fog of my thoughts. Startled, I looked up to see Anton leaning casually against the counter, his arms crossed and a playful smirk tugging at his lips. His posture was relaxed, but a glint of curiosity in his eyes made it clear he was already forming his own conclusions about my disheveled state.“Good morning to you, Anton,” I said, smiling politely despite the unease within me.“Good morning—and let me guess,” he continued with a teasing lilt, “nothing too intimate happened, judging by that look on your face.”His words were lighthearted, his tone deliberately mischievous, but they hit closer to the truth than I cared to admit. For a moment, I stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or roll my eyes. “It wasn’t that bad,” I replied, organizing the books with deliberate care. “We talked, actually. It felt...like we were getting to know each other. He even asked me questions about myse
Luxiana SommerisDamien nodded thoughtfully, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Dreams,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur, “are mirrors to the soul, reflecting the emotions that dominate both your conscious and subconscious mind.”“Humans rarely linger in one emotion for long, so whatever is strongest within you—fear, desire, sorrow, joy—that’s what the dream realm manifests,” he added.He stepped closer now, his presence casting a gentle shadow over me. His dark eyes locked with mine, and there was an intensity there, a quiet kind of wisdom that reminded me how little I truly understood about his world. “But you,” he continued, his voice softening, “are different. You walk the line between worlds. Your power gives you the ability to shape dreams and mold them into what they need to be. That’s a gift—but also a responsibility.”Damien paused, his gaze flickering to the book still in my hands. “You must be careful, Xiana,” he added, his tone carrying a quiet warn
Luxiana SommerisDamien and I couldn’t continue our conversation because, as soon as those words left his lips, he vanished into thin air, leaving me alone with my thoughts.I’m unsure why he disappeared so abruptly, and his sudden departure gnawed at my mind. I waited, hoping he might return, but before I knew it, the night faded, and the morning light woke me from my restless slumber. Questions swirled in my head—had something happened to him? Was he in danger? And then there were his words, cryptic and unsettling, echoing in my thoughts.What place was I supposed to envision in my dreams using my power? How was I supposed to channel something so abstract? The idea filled me with a nervous energy, teetering between doubt and determination. Could I really do something like this? Perhaps there was no harm in trying, but the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily on my shoulders.“Did he do something to you last night?”I nearly jumped at the voice that suddenly broke through my thoug
Luxiana Sommeris“Oh wow, this place is incredible, Xiana.” I heard Damien say, his voice unusually cheerful and almost sounded like he was in awe.It was a tone I wasn’t accustomed to hearing from him, one that felt oddly out of place but still welcome.I opened my eyes, blinking as the breathtaking scene before us unfolded. We stood at the mountain's peak, surrounded by a sea of towering trees that swayed gently in the cool breeze. The air was crisp and clean, carrying the faint, earthy scent of pine. But the view wasn’t the only thing that stole my breath away. Near the edge of the cliff, bathed in the warm, golden hues of the setting sun, was a picnic mat laid out with meticulous care. The sunlight danced across the horizon, its fiery glow painting the sky in amber, pink, and purple shades. The entire setting felt impossibly romantic like something pulled straight from the depths of a dream. For a moment, I couldn’t help but glance down at my hands, tracing the edges of my fin
Luxiana Sommeris“Earth to Luxiana!” Anton’s voice erupted in my ear, jolting me from my reverie. I blinked rapidly, my surroundings slowly coming into focus—the familiar walls of the office, the faint hum of computers, the scattered papers on my desk. Though I was at work, it felt like I’d been light-years away. Last night’s encounter with Damien lingered in my thoughts, stirring a sensation in the pit of my stomach that I couldn’t quite explain. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it unsettled me all the same. Something about it gnawed at me, leaving me feeling unsteady as if the ground beneath my feet had shifted and I was the last to notice.I couldn’t believe I’d managed to get myself to work in one piece. My mind was a tangled web, every thread leading back to him. Damien. His name echoed in my thoughts like a haunting melody I couldn’t shake.“Xiana? Seriously, what’s going on? Did something bad happen?” Anton’s voice softened, his usual teasing laced with genuine concern.I tore my ga
Luxiana SommerisWe had dinner at this elegant restaurant Margaret had reserved for the occasion. Ten of us were seated around the long rectangular table, each person positioned in a way that made conversation both inviting and a bit daunting for someone like me.Most of the attendees were colleagues I rarely saw in person. Many of them worked from home, handling tasks like accounting and payroll, and visited the library only once or twice a week. One man, quiet and focused, was responsible for the technical side of library operations—a vital but often unseen role.Margaret had also invited our janitor and janitress, a thoughtful gesture to recognize their efforts. They were the ones who ensured that every morning, the library was spotless and welcoming for all of us. Their presence added warmth to the gathering, a reminder of how everyone’s contribution mattered, no matter their role.I knew their names—I'd heard them enough times to commit them to memory—but starting a conversatio
Luxiana Sommeris“Hey, Xiana! Are you okay? You almost fell!” Anton’s voice sliced through the lingering echoes of the vision that still held me captive, dragging me back to the present moment. The warmth of his hand, firm and steady against my waist, anchored me as if tethering me to reality itself.His eyes searched mine, worry etched into the subtle lines of his face. “Can you still walk properly?!” he asked, his voice rising in panic.I didn’t answer right away. My lips parted as if to speak, but the words felt heavy like they would betray me the moment they were spoken aloud. Instead, I let the pause stretch between us, long enough to watch his concern morph into confusion.“You miss her a lot,” I said finally, my voice barely more than a whisper, “But you can’t change or do anything anymore.”Anton froze, his brows drawing together in a knot of bewilderment and unease. “What are you talking about?” he asked.For a moment, I hesitated, still reeling from what I had seen in that
Luxiana SommerisDamien’s laugh pulled me out of my swirling thoughts, “Two glasses? Really? I can’t imagine. That must have been so embarrassing for you.”“Not really,” I replied, brushing off the comment with a small shrug. “But I did decline when Anton offered to take me home.” My words lingered for a moment before I sighed, a deep breath escaping as though it might lighten the weight on my chest. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t shake Anton from my mind. Something about the way he reacted earlier about what I said kept replaying in my head, like an itch I couldn’t quite reach.“Anton, huh?” Damien’s voice broke through again, his tone light but layered with something I couldn’t quite place. Was it amusement? Curiosity? Perhaps even mockery. “You two seem to be getting pretty close.”I shot him a look, mildly defensive, though I tried to keep my tone even. “Is there a problem with that? We’re working together on the upcoming library event, so we’ve been spending time toget
Luxiana SommerisTears blurred my vision as I sat across from him, watching the way his fingers trembled against the rim of his coffee cup. He barely touched his drink, the warmth long faded, just like the light in his eyes. Exhaustion clung to him like a second skin, his once lively expression now dulled by sleepless nights and an ever-growing fear that refused to leave him.We’re currently having coffee outside of the office. I brought him out after I saw the visions when I touched him.He was an influencer—someone people admired, someone who brought laughter and inspiration to thousands. But admiration could be a dangerous thing. Obsession even more so.For weeks, he had been living in a nightmare, and it had all started with a single post. A harmless video. A simple dance with someone else, with a woman. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time—just another clip for his followers to enjoy. But to that fan, it had meant something else entirely.At first, it was just messages—an o
Luxiana SommerisDamien’s eyes wandered over my body as I lay on the bed, his gaze heavy with unspoken desire. It was as if he couldn’t decide where to start, his hesitation making my skin tingle with anticipation. His presence alone sent waves of warmth through me, and when his hands finally made contact, cupping my mounds with a slow, deliberate touch, a sharp gasp escaped my lips. His hands were so warm—too warm, almost searing against my skin. My body ached for him, his touch, and everything I had missed. I missed him. I missed him so much.Without a word, he reached for the thin straps draped over my shoulders, slipping them down with practiced ease, revealing what he so clearly wanted to see. He wet his lower lip, his tongue running over the smooth curve before his darkened gaze met mine, the intensity in his stare making my breath hitch. Then, his hands moved, caressing me in slow, lazy strokes that sent shivers down my spine.At first, his touch was tender—sensual, almost t
Luxiana SommerisDamien’s fingers trailed over my thighs in slow, measured strokes, and though his touch should have been comforting, something about it felt off. There was a strange distance between us, an unspoken barrier I couldn’t ignore, no matter how much I wanted to. My body craved his familiarity, but my heart hesitated. Something wasn’t right.He inched closer, his presence imposing yet hollow, and with a firm grip, he tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. The moment our eyes locked, a lump formed in my throat. It was still him—still Damien—but at the same time, it wasn’t.His touch was different now. It lacked the warmth, the tenderness I had once known. It was rough, impatient, almost detached. It felt like he was going through the motions, not out of want, but out of obligation. As if he had no real desire to be here with me at all.“Damien, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I whispered, my voice soft but firm. “I just... I just want to talk. I wa
Luxiana SommerisHis fingers tightened slightly around mine, his breathing uneven, and I could see the conflict warring in his eyes.“But listen to me,” I continued, my tone softer now. “Deep down, you already know what your heart wants.”“You just need to let yourself believe in it. If this man truly loves you for who you are—if he proves it to you—then why let a nightmare stop you from being happy?” I added.His lips parted slightly, but no words came. He just stared at me for a long moment, his emotions raw and unguarded.Then, in a voice so fragile it nearly broke my heart, he whispered, “But… what if it happens again?”I met his gaze without hesitation. “If it happens again,” I said, squeezing his hands reassuringly, “then you’ll know what to do. Because you’ve already done it once. You got away from it before—you were brave enough then, and you’ll be brave enough again.”His eyes shimmered with unshed tears. And then, in a sudden rush of emotion, he pulled me into a tight embrac
Luxiana SommerisI was on my way to work, my thoughts tangled in the previous day's events. It had only been twenty-four hours since Anton kissed me in front of everyone at the library, yet the memory still burned in my mind.Since then, he has sent me several messages, but I haven’t read them. I wasn’t ready to deal with whatever he had to say. Margaret, on the other hand, had already found out what happened. She had been worried about me, constantly asking if I was okay. And while I appreciated her concern, I couldn’t help but wish she had said something else—something different. Maybe something that didn’t remind me of what had happened.Still, she didn’t push for details, and for that, I was grateful.As I approached the city library, I stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath in and then slowly exhaling. My heart was hammering against my chest, the anxiety tightening its grip on me. What was I supposed to do if I saw him? What would I even say?The truth was, I wasn’t ready t
Luxiana Sommeris“Did you enjoy everything that happened earlier?” Damien's deep voice broke the silence, his breath still uneven as he lay beside me.We were both catching our breaths, our bodies exhausted from the countless times we had given in to each other’s desires. My limbs felt weak, and sore from the intensity of our passion. He knew it, too. That was why he finally stopped—despite the evidence of his lingering arousal standing tall, aching to be touched.“I loved every second of it,” I admitted honestly, my voice soft but sure. “I never expected that being chained would make things even more exciting… more pleasurable.”From the corner of my eye, I saw him shift, turning to face me. I mirrored his movement, meeting the dazzling blue of his eyes. There was something different about them—something unreadable.“I don’t know how to comfort someone,” Damien suddenly confessed, his voice quieter this time. “All I know is how to satisfy your desires and fulfill my duty as your pro
Luxiana SommerisDamien stripped away every piece of clothing from my body, leaving me completely bare under his heated gaze. I bit my lower lip, unable to tear my eyes away from my reflection in the enormous dressing mirror before me. The sight sent a shiver down my spine—my entire body exposed, every inch of me on display. But what hitched my breath was the man standing behind me, watching me with an intensity that made my skin burn.His piercing blue eyes traveled slowly as if engraving every detail of me into his memory. Then, without hesitation, his hands reached forward.One large palm kneading my breast in a way that sent waves of pleasure through me. I sucked in a sharp breath, my back arching slightly at his touch.“Fuck,” Damien muttered, his voice rough with desire. “Your body alone is enough to drive me insane. This is madness.” His words were laced with raw hunger, and before I could respond, he began shedding his clothes.I barely had time to react before he took hold
Luxiana SommerisI told Damien everything that had happened, and he remained silent the entire time, his expression unreadable, his posture rigid as if bracing himself for something he didn’t want to hear.“Please say something,” I finally pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper. We had been sitting in silence, staring at the open space before us for nearly ten minutes, and the weight of his quietness was suffocating.Damien let out a long, heavy sigh. “I don’t even know what to say… I’m still trying to process that someone did that to you.” His voice was strained, laced with something I couldn’t quite decipher—anger, frustration, or perhaps something deeper.“It’s not something you can avoid,” He told me, “And…it’s bound to happen sooner or later because…once this is all over, once I’ve fulfilled my purpose and satisfied your desires, we’re bound to cut ties.”“W-What do you mean?” I stammered, my heart clenching at his sudden intensity. “Damien, we still have so much to do for thi
Luxiana Sommeris“You’re smiling.”I looked up from my desk at the sound of Anton’s voice. He stood there, arms crossed, watching me with a curious expression. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile like that before. Did something happen?” he wondered.Nothing happened here, in this world. But in the dream realm… things were different. Very different.Damien didn’t stop until I begged him to. Where did he get the stamina to keep going? I had read somewhere that men usually needed time to rest before another round.But apparently, that didn’t apply to him. Was it because he was a demon? Did his nature override such limits?I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I couldn’t believe I was thinking about this at work.“Hello? Earth to Xiana!”I flinched as Anton snapped his fingers in front of my face, pulling me from my thoughts. My eyes blinked rapidly, adjusting back to reality.“H-Hey, I didn’t see you there,” I muttered, startled.Anton narrowed his eyes. “You were literally