The Library

Lilith

I t’s only been a week since Sebastian proposed, and I still haven’t processed the whirlwind of emotions that come with it. The blood stone in the center of my engagement ring feels heavier every time I glance at it—more than just a stone. It’s his blood, his very essence, binding us together in ways I’m just starting to grasp. I know what it means. What it means for him. What it means for us. And I can feel something shifting inside me, something I can’t explain but can’t ignore.

He’s mine. He’ll always be mine.

We’re going out tonight—Ty, Anna, Sebastian, and me. It’s supposed to be a celebration. I’m wearing a white dress, the irony of it not lost on me, but I love how Sebastian’s eyes always darken when he looks at me in white. He’s in dark jeans, a black tee that hugs his muscles just right, and a backward baseball hat that drives me wild. That damn hat does something to me, ignites a fire I can’t control. After he told me to marry him, that possessiveness inside me has only gotten stronger, more intense.

I glance at the ring, the blood stone catching the light. His blood is literally on my hands. It’s a part of me now, a symbol of the darkness we both share. There’s no escaping it. But I don’t want to. I feel this pull—this overwhelming possessiveness—and it’s new, raw, but it’s not unwelcome. I know he’s always been mine, but now? Now, I’m his in ways I never imagined. I can feel the change in myself. He’ll never belong to anyone else.

The night is a blur of drinks and music. Sebastian is never the type to lose control, even when he drinks, always keeping a grip on the world around him. But me? Anna and I are on the dance floor, swaying to the music, lost in the rhythm, the heat of the club. I can feel Sebastian’s eyes on me, watching my every move like a predator stalking his prey. His possessive gaze only fuels me more, and I can’t help but smirk, knowing what he’s thinking.

But then something changes.

From the corner of my eye, I see her. Bleach blonde, with big fake tits, her eyes locked on Sebastian like she’s found her next meal. My stomach turns. She walks right up to him, her finger trailing down his chest, whispering something in his ear, her body language screaming “fuck me.”

And then it happens. The rage. It boils up inside me, fast and hot, like wildfire. Anna must see the shift in my face because she stops dancing, watching me closely. I know this girl—Ashley. I’ve seen her around campus, always throwing herself at any guy with a pulse. And now she’s in front of Sebastian, touching him, smirking like she’s already won.

I remember what Anna told me almost a year ago about how Sebastian leaves women obsessed with him, how they fall apart after he’s done with them. Is that happening to me? Am I just like them? But then I glance at the ring. No. He’s marrying me. He gave me his blood. He’s mine, not hers. He’ll never be hers.

I feel my body move before I even think. I push through the crowd, my white dress glowing under the club lights as I storm toward them. The second I reach them, I slide between Sebastian and Ashley without a word. My hand grips Sebastian’s chin, pulling his face down to mine, and I kiss him—hard. This isn’t a kiss of love. It’s a claim. A fucking statement.

Sebastian’s eyes darken immediately, his body responding to my possessiveness. He kisses me back with a hunger that nearly knocks me off balance, his hands gripping my waist like he’s reminding me who’s in charge. But I don’t care. He’s mine. And everyone here is going to know it.

Ashley laughs behind me, a sharp, cruel sound, but I don’t give a shit. She doesn’t matter. Not now, not ever. After what feels like hours but is probably just a few seconds, Sebastian pulls back, his lips brushing my ear. “Feeling possessive, darling?” His voice is low, thick with amusement and something darker.

I don’t answer. I don’t have to.

The rest of the night blurs by in a haze of alcohol and adrenaline, but the rage never leaves me. It simmers beneath the surface, growing hotter with every passing minute.

The bass pounds through the walls of the club, a relentless beat that vibrates through my bones. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and smoke, bodies pressed too close together in the dim light. Neon signs flicker overhead, casting a sickly glow over everything. Laughter, shouts, and clinking glasses drown out my thoughts, but none of it quiets the storm brewing inside me.

I down another shot, the burn of the liquor doing little to calm the fire in my chest. I can feel eyes on me—hungry, curious, and leering—but I don’t care. I don’t feel anything except the fury that threatens to consume me whole.

Sebastian is nowhere in sight, lost in the sea of people. His absence fuels the anger burning through me. I need to escape, to breathe, to be anywhere but here.

And then, in the bathroom, it all comes to a head.

Anna and I step inside, laughing, but my laughter dies instantly when I see her. Ashley. She’s standing at the mirror, applying lipstick, her eyes catching mine through the reflection.

“Sweetheart,” she says, her voice dripping with condescension, “he might be fucking you now, but trust me, he’s been inside me more times than you can count. When he gets bored of you, he’ll come back.”

It’s like something snaps inside me.

Before I even realize what’s happening, I have my fist in her hair, yanking her head back as I slam her face into the mirror. The glass shatters, blood splattering across the sink as her body crumples to the floor. But I don’t stop. I’m on top of her, my fists flying as I beat her bloody. My white dress is covered in red, the metallic smell of blood filling the air.

“Lily!” Anna screams, trying to pull me off. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

I barely hear her. All I can see is Ashley’s face, broken and bleeding, her cries for help fueling me. The bathroom door bursts open, and suddenly, Sebastian and Ty are there. Ty’s laughing his ass off, but Sebastian looks… dark. Dangerous. He grabs me, pulling me off Ashley, but I fight him, thrashing in his arms like a wild animal.

“Get her out the fuck of here,” Ty snickers, stepping in to help pull me back. “Holy shit, Sebby. You better keep her on a leash. This one’s fucking feral.”

Sebastian tightens his grip on me, dragging me out of the bathroom as Ashley sobs behind us, her face a bloody mess. The second we’re outside, he slams me against the wall, his mouth crashing down on mine in a kiss so violent, so hungry, it steals the breath from my lungs.

“Fuck, ,” he growls, pulling back just enough to look at me, his eyes blazing with raw desire. “You’re covered in blood, and I’ve never been more fucking turned on.”

I smirk, my chest heaving, adrenaline still pumping through my veins. “She deserved it.”

His lips crash back down on mine, his hands gripping my waist like he’s trying to fuse our bodies together. “You’re mine, Sebastian,” I whisper against his lips, feeling the heat of his breath as he smirks against me. The same smirk he used to give me when the roles were reversed, back before I fully gave myself to him, back when his words dripped with possession. You’re mine , he used to say, and now, here I am—echoing them, tasting the power in the shift. “And no one else will ever fucking touch you.”

Ty’s laughing somewhere in the background, but I don’t hear him. All I can feel is Sebastian—his mouth on mine, his hands claiming me, and the blood still drying on my skin.