It was a lovely morning and today Roseanne felt specially happy,even though she doesn't know the reason behind it but it felt peaceful standing by the railing of the corridor of her college building.Suddenly someone grabbed her from behind tightly and started giggling putting an end to her peaceful morning. It was Luna, Roseanne's best friend.
Luna could hardly catch her breath and when she finally did she blurred out some deranged words which couldn't be put together and made into a sentence. Roseanne kept staring at her in search of a meaningful sentence. Luna then said,"Rose you have to go with me and you can't say no. We are going to my cousin Amy's wedding this weekend. I'm too scared to go alone and on top of it she made me her bride's maid. I need you rose,please".
Even though Roseanne had no intention of going,seeing her pleading face she agreed.
The grand wedding hall shimmered with golden lights, the air filled with the scent of roses and expensive perfumes. Roseanne adjusted the folds of her emerald dress, shifting uncomfortably as Luna dragged her through the crowd.
"Come on, Rose, you're always so reluctant about social events! Just try to enjoy yourself," Luna said, her voice eager yet anxious.
Rose sighed, scanning the hall. Weddings weren't her thing. She wasn't here for the love of celebrations but for Luna. However, just as she was about to argue, her gaze locked onto him.
Zephyr stood across the hall, a towering figure dressed in a sleek black suit. His sharp features, cold blue eyes, and the way he carried himself exuded an untouchable aura. He wasn't smiling. His expression was unreadable—cool, detached, and dangerously alluring. He didn't belong in this crowd of laughter and celebration.He didn't seem like he cared about anything at all. And yet, there was something about him—something that pulled Rose in like a fatal tide.
Who was he? Why did he pull her in like gravity itself had turned its course?
"Rose?"Luna's voice barely registered in her mind.
She was already moving.
As she approached, Zephyr turned his head slightly, his sharp gaze flickering over her with disinterest before returning to his drink.
That single second of acknowledgment sent a thrill down Rose's spine. She wasn't the type to chase, but for the first time in her life, she wanted something—no, someone.
Before she could speak, the world exploded into chaos.
A loud crack snapped her out of her daze. A scream followed.
The floral decorations near the altar caught fire, and the flames spread fast. Panic erupted. People ran, pushing and shoving, knocking over tables and trampling over fallen chairs. Rose was lost in the chaos, her breath catching in her throat.
In the panic, Rose tripped. The hem of her dress caught under her heel, sending her crashing to the ground. She gasped, trying to push herself up, but then—
Then, she fell.
A wooden board, ablaze and ready to crush her, plummeted from above. Her heart stopped. This is it.
Time slowed. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears.
And then—
A hand. Strong. Warm. Unyielding.
She was yanked away, her body colliding against solid muscle. The fire roared as the board crashed onto the marble floor where she had been seconds ago.
She barely had time to breathe before she looked up and saw him.
Zephyr.
His jaw was clenched, his forehead slick with sweat. Smoke curled around them, his grip firm as he pulled her away from the flames.
"Can you run?" His voice was deep, commanding.
She could only nod.
He didn't let go of her hand.
They ran through the collapsing hall, dodging falling debris, stepping over shattered glass. His grip on her wrist never loosened, never faltered.
And in that moment, amidst the destruction, Rose didn't think about escaping.
She thought about how perfect his hand felt around hers.
How right it felt to be dragged away by him.
She gasped, looking up at him. His hand was burned, but his grip was unwavering. Without a word, he pulled her up, dragging her through the smoke-filled hall.
Outside, away from the inferno, Rose's lungs heaved. She turned to Zephyr, but he had already let go. He didn't even look at her. He just stood there, unaffected, shaking off the pain in his burnt hand like it was nothing.
Something inside Rose shifted.
She opened her mouth—to thank him, to say something—but he was already walking away.
Just like that.
He saved her, but he didn't care.
And that made her want him even more.
That night, as the sirens wailed and the wedding burned, Rose stood frozen—watching him disappear into the night.
And she made a decision.
She was going to have him.
No matter what it took.
No matter what she had to do.
Zephyr was hers.
Even if he didn't know it yet.
Her heart pounded—not from fear, but from something darker. Something obsessive.
It wasn't love.
Not yet.
But it was the beginning of something far more dangerous