Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 287: possessive
"But yes. I am being possessive of you."
She said it without shame. Without hesitation, owning the admission like a badge.
"I have Lila’s memories too, you know. Everything she felt. Everything she saw. I remember what you did for me. How you saved me."
Kael turned his head a bit more now, her face close to his, her black eyes meeting his hazel ones in the soft light.
Lital’s expression was unreadable, a mask of calm over deeper currents.
"I remember what you whispered," she added softly, her voice a murmur that sent a chill down his spine. "In the dark. When you touched me, your hands gentle on my skin. When you kissed me, slow and searching. When you fingered me, drawing out those gasps I tried to hide."
Kael’s breath hitched, heat rising to his face as the memories flooded back—intimate moments shared in vulnerability.
Her voice was a murmur, sultry and sharp like a blade wrapped in silk, cutting through the air between them.
"When we had sex, Kael. When you looked into my eyes and said those sweet things... were your feelings real?"
He didn’t answer.
He couldn’t—not right away, the question hanging like a weight on his chest, forcing him to confront the blur of emotions that had built between them.
He lay there, heart pounding, brain spinning through the tangle of care, duty, and something deeper that had grown in the quiet nights.
And then, slowly, he asked, his voice steady but probing.
"...What would you do if I said ’no’? Honestly."
Lital was quiet, her breath even against his neck, the shadows around them still pulsing faintly.
Then, with a tone that surprised him—not bitter, not angry, just... resolute, accepting—she said.
"I’d let you go."
...
Kael didn’t answer right away.
Lital’s words hung in the air like a loaded weapon, primed and heavy, the weight of her promise—both a vow and a challenge.
She hadn’t blinked.
Hadn’t flinched.
Just said it, calmly, like it was no big deal, her black eyes steady and unreadable.
But Kael knew better.
She wouldn’t let him go—not easily, not without a fight that would tear them both apart, emotionally and physically.
Her shadows, her presence, her very essence coiled around him like a living thing, possessive yet tender, a paradox he couldn’t unravel.
Still, she was waiting, patient, her arm draped over his chest, her body pressed against his back on the bed, holding him like silk and wire woven together.
Kael took a deep breath, steadying himself, the scent of her—smoke and night flowers—filling his lungs.
"...They were real," he said at last, his voice quiet but firm, cutting through the dim room.
Lital didn’t move, her breath still against his neck, waiting for more.
"They were messy," he continued, his words deliberate, searching for truth in the tangle of his own emotions.
"Complicated. I don’t even know if it was love. But... yeah. The feelings were real. Every moment we shared—every touch, every whisper—it meant something."
Lital’s breath hitched, a soft, almost imperceptible sound that broke the silence.
Then, slowly, she leaned forward, pressing a kiss against the nape of his neck.
Her lips were warm—too warm, lingering for a second longer than they should have, the contact soft yet electric, sending a shiver down his spine that he couldn’t suppress.
"I knew it," she whispered, her voice a sultry murmur, rich with relief and something deeper, something raw.
Kael felt a new tendril of shadow wrap gently around his wrist, stroking the skin with an almost loving rhythm, cool and smooth like a caress.
Another brushed against his ankle, feather-light but chilly.
The room dimmed again—barely, just a subtle shift in the shadows, as if her emotions stirred the entire house, bending it to her will.
"You always cared," she whispered, her lips grazing his ear now, her breath warm and teasing. "Even when you were punishing me. Even when I was broken, just pieces trying to hold together."
Kael tried not to react as her fingers slipped beneath his shirt, tracing slow, deliberate lines along his stomach, her touch light but confident, igniting warmth under his skin.
"Lital—" he started, his voice catching, a mix of protest and uncertainty.
"I won’t hurt you," she said gently, her voice low and rich, soothing yet unyielding. "But I will keep you."
He shivered, the words sinking into him like a weight.
This was more than seduction, more than the playful intensity of her earlier kiss.
This was obsession wearing affection like perfume, a heady mix that clouded his senses and made his pulse race.
Another tendril lifted his phone, turning the screen to face him again, the message still glowing, unsent, taunting him with its calculated normalcy.
"I’ll handle it," she murmured, her thumb brushing his lower lip, a fleeting touch that lingered like a spark.
Before he could protest, the message sent with a faint chime, the screen dimming as it confirmed ’sent’.
Just like that, the outside world was cut off, her shadows ensuring no one would interrupt.
Meanwhile...
Freya stared at her phone, the screen’s glow casting harsh light on her face in the dim kitchen.
The message blinked up from Kael’s number.
She read it once.
Twice.
Then frowned hard, her jaw tightening.
Tila is safe, and I’m with her. I’ll be staying with her for a while. Don’t worry about me, I am fine. Tila still needs me.
"Bullshit," she muttered, her voice low and clipped, dripping with disbelief.
Rhea glanced up from the kitchen counter, where she’d been nursing a mug of coffee. "What?"
Freya held up her phone, tilting it so Rhea could see. "Message from Kael."
Rhea’s brows lifted, curiosity piqued as she crossed the room in two strides. "He okay?"
Freya handed her the phone, her expression grim.
Rhea read the message, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the words, then looked up sharply. "He didn’t write this."
"Exactly."
"Too calm. Too neat. No whining especially after dealing with Tila."
Freya nodded, her lips a tight line. "And most importantly—why would he even send a message instead of calling, what happened to him, where is Liss?."
