THE MONSTER WHO WOULDN'T LEAVE

Aiyana couldn’t sleep.

It had been hours since Riven vanished into the shadows, but her heart hadn’t stopped shaking. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him—

the way he looked at her like she was the only soft thing in his ruined world,

the way his voice broke when he admitted he wasn’t supposed to fall for her,

the way he walked away like every step was killing him.

She sat by her window, knees pulled to her chest, staring into the dark street below.

Some part of her knew he was still there.

Watching.

Guarding.

Fighting himself.

The night was too still. Too dark. Too heavy.

Like it was holding its breath.

Then her skin prickled.

That strange, electric sensation.

The one she felt only when he was close.

Aiyana stood slowly, stepping toward the window.

Her breath fogged the glass.

The street looked empty…

…but her body knew better.

“Riven,” she whispered softly, like a secret.

“Are you out there?”

Silence answered.

But her heart fluttered painfully—because she felt him.

Like his presence pressed against her skin, invisible but undeniable.

She didn’t know that he was actually standing across the street, half-hidden between the shadows of two buildings, watching her silhouette in the window with a hunger he didn’t allow himself to show.

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Aiyana eventually fell asleep hours later—exhausted, but still clutching the edge of her blanket like she was holding onto him.

And sometime in the deep quiet between midnight and dawn…

her window clicked softly.

A barely audible sound.

Something a human ear shouldn’t catch—

but he wasn’t exactly human.

Riven slipped inside without making a sound, landing silently on her floor.

He straightened, the darkness clinging to him like a second skin.

His eyes softened the moment they found her.

She was curled on her side, hair falling across her face, breathing softly.

A fragile, warm thing in a world that had taught him only coldness.

He moved closer… slowly… like he was approaching something sacred.

He shouldn’t be here.

He knew that.

She was in danger because of him.

She was innocent.

She was soft, light, warmth—

everything he was built to destroy.

He knelt beside her bed.

His hand hovered over her hair… but he didn’t touch.

He couldn’t.

It would ruin him.

But God, he wanted to.

“I shouldn’t love you,” he whispered into the silence, voice breaking in the dark. “But I do.”

He pressed a hand over his mouth to quiet the pain in his breath.

“I’m trying,” he whispered. “I’m trying to stay away… but I can't.”

He stared at her a moment longer—memorizing her, torturing himself with the sight of her lying just inches away.

Then he stood.

And disappeared through the window again before dawn touched the sky.

She never woke.

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The next evening, Aiyana tried to live normally.

Tried.

Her hands wouldn’t stop trembling when she walked alone.

She kept glancing over her shoulder, expecting to see him…

or expecting to see someone else.

Her pulse raced with every corner she turned.

She didn’t know someone was following her again.

A shadow.

No—two shadows.

The first was Riven.

The second was something far worse.

The organization had sent someone new—someone faster, less human, more obedient.

Someone who didn’t hesitate like Riven did.

Riven saw him before Aiyana did.

And his blood ran cold.

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Aiyana had just turned into a side street beside the old bookstore when she felt it—

a cold hand grabbing her arm.

Pulling her back into the darkness.

She gasped, stumbling, heart slamming against her ribs.

The man’s face was half-hidden by a hood, but she didn’t need to see his eyes to feel the threat.

“Don’t scream,” the man said, voice empty of emotion.

Aiyana froze. “W-Who are—?”

He didn’t answer.

He reached into his jacket.

For something metallic.

Something sharp.

Something meant for her.

Aiyana’s breath stopped—

And then the world blurred.

A violent force slammed into the hooded man, knocking him across the alley like he weighed nothing.

Aiyana fell backward, landing hard on the pavement—

and Riven was there.

Breathing hard.

Eyes blazing.

A monster carved from fury and desperation.

He grabbed the front of the attacker’s shirt and slammed him against the wall so hard the bricks cracked.

The man only smirked.

“You’re broken, Riven. You were supposed to finish her days ago.”

Riven’s grip tightened until the man choked.

“And you think I’ll let you touch her?”

Aiyana’s chest constricted.

He wasn’t watching her from afar anymore.

He wasn’t trying to stay away.

He was choosing her.

Against everything.

Against everyone.

Including himself.

The man laughed weakly. “She makes you weak. You know the rules: attachments get erased.”

Riven’s eyes filled with a darkness that made Aiyana’s breath stop.

“I don’t care.”

And Aiyana swore the night itself trembled.

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THE ALMOST-KISS THAT HURT TO WATCH

Riven left the attacker unconscious on the ground and turned to her.

His chest rose and fell unevenly, his breath shaking.

“Aiyana…”

He said her name like he’d been drowning in it.

She walked to him slowly—heart pounding, vision blurred with adrenaline and fear and something else she hated admitting.

“You saved me again,” she whispered.

Riven looked away, jaw clenched like it hurt him to speak.

“I didn’t save you,” he said quietly.

“I don’t save people. I destroy them.”

She stepped closer. “You didn’t destroy me.”

His throat bobbed.

He finally looked at her.

And God, the way he looked at her—

hungry

broken

starved

aching

dangerous

soft

deadly

and gentle

all at once.

He lifted a hand…

and this time he did touch her.

His fingers brushed her cheek, slowly, like he was memorizing the warmth.

His breath mingled with hers.

Their lips were inches apart.

He leaned in—

And Aiyana didn’t move away.

She didn’t even breathe.

Her eyes fluttered shut.

Riven’s hand slid behind her neck.

His forehead touched hers—

and she felt him shudder.

“Aiyana…” he whispered, voice cracking like something inside him was falling apart. “I can’t kiss you.”

“Why not?” she whispered back, barely able to speak.

“Because,” he breathed,

“If I taste you…

If I feel you…

I won’t ever let you go.”

Her heart stopped.

“And I…” His voice broke entirely.

“I’m not allowed to keep you.”

She felt the tremor in his hand.

Like he was pulling himself out of fire.

He stepped back.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

His eyes were glassy with something that looked like pain.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he whispered.

“But you are,” she said softly.

His jaw clenched.

He turned away.

“I’ll always be here,” he said.

“But you can’t love me.”

“Why not?”

Riven froze.

Then, without turning, he whispered—

“Because loving me might save your heart…

but it will kill your life.”

And he vanished into the shadows.

Leaving Aiyana shaking, breathless, and painfully aware of one truth she couldn’t deny:

She had already started falling in love with her killer.

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