The Library

Sebastian

I watch her as I walk away, knowing she’s still standing there, her body trembling with the need I left her with. That’s the thing about Lilith—she doesn’t yet realize how deeply she craves this, how much she needs me.

The sound of my name on her lips was perfect. . I didn’t give her more than that. She doesn’t need to know anything else yet. Names are just the surface; what matters is what’s beneath. What I plan to make her feel, what I’m going to do to her—that’s the real introduction. Everything else is just formality.

Her desire was palpable, tangible. I can feel it hanging in the air, still crackling between us even though I’ve left her standing alone. I’ve been waiting for this moment, for her to get just close enough to the edge to understand what I’m offering. But not too close.

I glance over my shoulder as I walk away, and sure enough, she’s still there, trying to regain control of herself. Her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in uneven pants. I wonder if she knows how much she’s given away already. Probably not. She’s used to living in fantasy, reading those books that stir her imagination but never get close to the truth. The reality of what it means to be with a man like me.

She thinks she’s in control, but I know better.

I’ve known since I first saw her that Lilith has a fire inside her, a wildness she’s too afraid to let loose. She doesn’t even fully understand it yet, but I do. It’s what drew me to her in the first place—the way she hides her darkest desires, keeps them locked away, afraid of what they mean. She’s been living in the safety of fiction for too long, using it as a shield. But I’m going to rip that shield away, make her face the truth of who she is.

I want her to give in to me, to submit to what she knows she wants. Not because I demand it, but because, deep down, she’ll realize she can’t deny it anymore.

I’ve spent years perfecting the art of control. It’s a game my father taught me well, though he always preferred brute force. Me? I’ve always known it’s the psychological element that matters—the slow, deliberate manipulation that bends people to your will without them even realizing it. And with Lilith, it’s not just about bending. It’s about breaking , reshaping her into something new, something that’s entirely mine.

I slip into the shadows, watching as she finally moves, still dazed from the intensity of what just happened. She’s walking away now, her steps a little uneven, like she’s trying to make sense of the fact that I just walked out on her. Good. Let her feel it. Let her wonder why I didn’t fully finish what I started. Let her question herself and everything she thinks she knows.

The truth is, I could’ve fucked her right then and there, left her completely undone. But that’s not how I work. She needs to come to me willingly, to understand that the power dynamic between us isn’t about force—it’s about surrender . Real surrender. The kind that makes her realize she’s been searching for this her entire life without ever knowing it. Consent is what makes it beautiful, watching her come to terms with how badly she needs me. To have her beg—completely aware, fully willing—will be the ultimate victory. When she gives herself over, it will be because she wants to, not because she has to.

I have no doubt she’ll come back to me. I’ve already seen it in her eyes, the way they widened with a mix of fear and desire the moment I said her name. I could see it in the way her body reacted, even when she was trying so hard to hold herself together.

This is just the beginning.

I head back to my house, the thrill of what’s to come coursing through me, while “THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND” by Bad Omens blares through the speakers of my car. Everything I’ve planned is falling into place perfectly. Lilith is exactly where I want her—teetering on the edge of something she doesn’t quite understand yet but can’t resist.

It won’t be long now before she’s begging for what I have to offer.

I’m the answer to all those dark fantasies she’s been keeping hidden. And when she’s finally ready to admit it—when she’s ready to give herself over completely—I’ll make sure she understands exactly what it means to belong to me.

No more games. No more fantasies. Only reality.

And in reality? I’m the only man who can give her what she truly needs.

As I reach my driveway, I pull out my phone, my thumb hovering over the screen for a moment before I decide to send her a message. Just a single word. Something to remind her that I’m still in control, even when I’m not physically there.

“Soon.”

I slip my phone back into my pocket, a smirk playing on my lips as I imagine her reaction. Confusion? Curiosity? Excitement? It doesn’t matter. Whatever she’s feeling, it’s exactly what I want.