World After Worlds

The sizzling sound of the frying meat and the savory aroma made Matteo's serious expression and ominous air alleviate, imagining that Yanarym would like this and would eat a lot today as well. Once the tocino was cooked, he took the platter with onions and garlic, sauteed it on the pan, and about minutes later. He put rice on it, mixed it. Yanarym will like this, he thought and smiled.

He looked up at the wall clock, it was six fifty-eight in the morning. He turned off the stove and covered the pan to retain the dishes' heat. Yanarym requested yesterday night to have some fried rice, sunny-side-up, and tocino as her breakfast. She said she would wake up early to help him prepare the food so that Lena would be able to join their meal. But Matteo was not expecting her to wake up early, he knew very well that her body clock would not cooperate with her.

He washed his hands and headed to her room with silent strides. When he opened her door, the spectrum changed to their space. She was snugly sleeping with a req directed to her face. She liked cold very much, though she was still wrapped in a thick blanket, she would still want req at its full power. If she wished it to happen, he could make her room snow, which she always wanted to see but she said that he should not bother.

He veered to her room and saw her dressers clattered on the floor. Her books above her table were disordered, the ink bottle was open. and he had to buy her another set of pens. He neatened the mess, as soon as he was satisfied with the cleanliness he redirected his attention to her.

He shut down the req and sat on her bed, he watched her expression crinkle from the absence of the cold wind. Minutes passed, she unwrapped herself from the blanket. She was wearing her chemise with a jacket. He crawled to her and assisted her to strip off her coat. Her bare shoulders appeared to his view, brushing her tempestuous hair to the back of her ears. Her cheeks were cold, what could he expect, the req was right across her face. Matteo smiled as he stared at her eyes that were closed, she was so relaxed and lovely. He closed his eyes as well, rested his forehead over hers, and warmed her cheeks through his palms. She grumbled as a protest and swerved to face her back on him, Matteo did not hinder her and let her turn around.

He looked at her and set her hair aside that was covering her back, skin that was glowing, enticing, he bent his head and directed his lips on her nape, down to her spine. He wanted to bite her, but he couldn't so he stopped. "I cooked your breakfast, aren't you hungry yet?" He whispered to her ear and peppered her with his soft kisses on her shoulders. She didn't respond, meaning she was still in deep sleep.

Matteo slithered his arm to her waist and laid down next to her, nuzzling her little soft body on him while he whiffed her natural scent. He closed his eyes and just warmed her body. He wanted to sleep like this and wake up next to her, however, no matter how hard he tried, he cannot fall asleep. Even though he had the shell of a human body, his consciousness was still a god. He held her hands to his fingers and intertwined them together, she did not make any dispute.

If he could only make her behave like this as always, it won't be a problem for him. There won't be a situation similar to what was happening to them right now. Yet, seeing her lively and radiant for a couple of weeks, he couldn't object to anything. He wanted to see her smile, happy, especially whenever they were together.

In the first place, he could not certainly demur to anything.

Ever since he opened up to her; the moment he professed his love to her, she became open to him—not entirely but at least they were verbal to their sentiments. There were no walls between the two of them. However, it did not mean it all went too well for him, she was often mad, disappointed at him. He was often jealous of her actions. He could not halt these emotions brewing in him, he could not control them because he was too overwrought just by feeling them. Aside from his feelings, she was a lot more complex to regulate, he could not suppress her. Sometimes, even for him, she was too… much and scarce.

She explained to him that she was aiming for revenge because those people hurt her. She did not elaborate to him what they did to her, but the resentment she exhibited was enough to convince Matteo that they had done substantial devastation to her. Upon witnessing her aggravation, Matteo was mad… he could charge those pests and crush them with his fingers but she warmed him. He cannot interfere or she would never be happy with him. There would be no peace in their marriage.

She told him to leave, she was not traversable, she sought to dispose of him. Cast him away from her, but he was never that separated from her. He never meddled with her fate but he was never that detached from her. He was already having a difficult time restraining himself from the past few years, she could not dispose of him completely.

MATTEO after their initial talk of him leaving her behind, patiently waited for her to calm down for days to assert to her if he could stay. She opposed it, she wanted him gone regardless he had made up his mind not to back down that easily.

"I thought we settled this already, Teo?" She came from the academy, the lingering scent of that filthy pest was on her. He hated it but he couldn't comment on it.

"Rym," he walked to her, "I thought about it... I can't leave. This is a crucial time for me to be here with you."

"Crucial for what?"

"You need me," she sighed and removed her sandals to change them into slippers. He held her arm to support her standing stance. She didn't resist and casually leaned on him a little, "I should do that."

"No, it's okay," she untied the ties of her string sandals, "I'm not changing my mind, you said you will leave by next week." She looked up at him and he almost got mesmerized with her eyes. However, he had resolved, he could not be distracted. "I don't need you. I'm fine by myself."

"Rym—" she smiled widely and tiptoed on him, grabbing his head and pulling it to her. Their lips met, he froze.

"You're supposed to welcome me, are you not?" He stared at her for a second, he could see himself in her eyes. He was enthralled. He could not help it.

"Welcome home." He lowered his voice, as his dark eyes flickered with unknown danger and intensity. He dropped his head, pretended to be obedient by hiding away, and held her closely. "If I beg you, will you allow me to stay?"

They had an agreement, he could stay as long as he wouldn't intervene with her pursuits. He was allowed to love her but it won't hinder anything of her plans. He could get jealous and possessive however she won't tolerate it if he crossed any lines. She was clear and straight to objectives, rigorous with the policies she made for them. It was preposterous that a human girl was giving him conditions. That Matteo could not do what he wanted. He had never been this powerless to anyone.

His father was always curious how strong that human love was. That was why Azkin was created with the ability to love and as the past happened, it didn't go well for Azkin. He was undergoing the same path, wasn't he? Yet, he could not stop, he didn't want to cease from her.

Matteo caressed her skin through his thumb, the serenity that filled him whenever he could sense the friction of their skins was delighting. He mashed her little frame into his arms. Her hair was against his nose, it was giving him clarity simultaneously augmenting his human body to be enamored.

He was used to the striking pain revolting over his knotting stomach, he had been feeling this before but now he could be addressed what it was. He was aroused, just by holding her, he was becoming elicited, lustful. With the equivalent intensity, he was delighted with just the thought of embracing her in this proximity, he felt enough. No void between them was so pleasing. He smiled at the thought she was causing this contradiction within him, and he loved it. Everything about her… he loved it.