This story isn't perfect, but it's written with pure emotions.
I'll post chapters every day for one week — if you feel my words, if even one line touches your heart, then I'll continue till the end.
"Our dark Desires" — because sometimes, what we want the most… is what hurts us the deepest.
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"Don't follow me! I hate you… I hate you all!"
A small boy was running down the empty street, his face wet with tears.
"I hate you, Dad… I really, really hate you! You took my mom away from me!"
His voice cracked as headlights flashed toward him—
and then— *a screech… a crash.*
The sound of metal and pain echoed in the night.
"Ugh! Ah—ouch!! "Arden rolled off his bed and hit the floor hard.
"Why does this always happen to me?" he groaned, rubbing his head.
"Oh no… not again! I'm late—if I'm late today, Mr. Ciao will seriously transfer me!"
He jumped to his feet, searching around in panic.
"Where's my shirt?! Where's my damn tie?!"
From behind came a teasing voice, soft and playful.
"Oh, baby… what's wrong? What are you looking for?"
Arden froze. Slowly, he turned around—
and saw Feai, leaning against the bed, wrapped in his white shirt, smiling with that same lazy charm that drove him crazy.
Arden sighed, smacked his forehead lightly, and then smiled back.
"Feai, you're impossible," he said, walking toward her.
He kissed her cheek gently. "You're dangerously beautiful, you know that?"
Feai giggled and pulled the shirt tighter around her.
"Oh, stop it…baby you say that everytime."
Arden grinned, picking up his watch from the nightstand.
"Well, maybe because it's true. So… how would you rate me for last night, hmm?"
Her face flushed pink. "You never change, do you?"
Feai blushed, her cheeks turning pink as she slipped into her silky nightgown.
Arden watched her with that playful smirk again.
"I know you had fun last night," Arden teased, folding his arms. "Come on, tell me… how would you rate me?"
Feai laughed softly. "Ten out of ten," she said, brushing her hair back. "You're… surprisingly good at what you do, Arden. Looks like you've had quite some experience."
Arden raised a brow and gave a crooked grin. "Well, you could say that."
Feai's smile faded slightly. "Wait, what do you mean by that?"
He chuckled and waved it off. "I mean—uh—it was my first time… with you."
Feai stared at him for a second, trying to read his expression, but he quickly looked away, pretending to adjust his tie.
She walked closer and whispered, "Then tell me something, baby… why don't you ever kiss me on the lips?"
Arden's jaw tightened for a second, then he forced a smile.
"Oh, come on, don't start that now. I'm starving. Why don't you cook something for me instead?"
Feai sighed, half–smiling. "Fine, I'll make breakfast. But you owe me a kiss later."
She picked up her towel and walked into the bathroom.
As soon as she disappeared behind the door, Arden's smile vanished.
He rushed to the table, grabbing his phone, tablet, and laptop. His fingers flew across the screen—
*delete, delete, delete.*
Every picture. Every message. Every trace. Gone.
Arden exhaled, whispering to himself, "Sorry, Feai… but I don't leave evidence."
Then he placed everything back neatly on the table and slipped out of the apartment without a sound.
Moments later, Feai came out of the shower, humming softly—
but her smile froze when she saw the empty bed.
She looked around, confusion spreading across her face.
"Arden?" she called out. Silence.
Her eyes darted to the table. The phone was there—his phone.
She picked it up quickly, trying to call him, but—
*no number saved.*
"Oh no…" she whispered, her hands trembling. "Did I… not save his number?"
Her eyes widened as the truth slowly hit her. "Oh, God… what did I just do?"
Feai stared at the empty phone screen.
Nothing. No number. No message. No trace of him.
Her throat tightened as the realization sank in.
"So that's it…" she whispered, her knees giving out as she sank to the floor.
"He only wanted me for one thing… for his desire."
Tears rolled down her cheeks as her voice broke, "Arden… you used me…"
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Meanwhile, Arden stepped out of a sleek black car and entered a large traditional mansion at the edge of *Star Village**.
"Hey, Grandpa—"
He froze mid-step.
Sitting on the couch across the room was **Sir Ciao**, his school headmaster.
"Oh, great,"Damn it ! Arden muttered under his breath. "Why is *he* here?"
His grandfather turned toward him with a kind smile. "Arden, come in."
Arden had no choice. He straightened his collar and walked inside, trying not to look nervous.
*Of all people… Sir Ciao had to be here today,* he thought grimly.
His grandmother spoke up, her voice soft but firm.
"Arden, we've decided something. We're moving to **Verrin City**."
The moment he heard the name, Arden's smile disappeared. His fists clenched.
"No," he said flatly. "I'm not going back there."
He turned away sharply and stormed into his room.
Sir Ciao sighed and glanced at his grandparents.
"I don't understand why he hates that city so much. Even back at school, he'd refuse to talk about it."
His grandfather's expression darkened. "Some wounds… never heal."
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That night, rain poured hard against the windows.
Arden stood alone on the balcony, staring at the stormy sky.
His phone vibrated again—
*Incoming calls: 1,027 missed.*
He stared at the screen for a long time before whispering,
"That place… it's not mine anymore. There's no one left for me there."
He powered the phone off and let it drop onto the table.
Outside, thunder rumbled through the dark,
Arden lies on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"I hatemyself…" he whispers. "The very thing I despised… I've become."
He gets up slowly, opens his old diary, and sits at the corner of his bed.
With trembling hands, he writes —
> "Today, I broke another girl's heart. I keep doing it… maybe to numb my own pain.
> But it never works. The pain never fades. And now… I've become the kind of man I always swore I wouldn't."
A single tear falls onto the page, smudging the ink.
Suddenly, the lights go out.
The door creaks open —
*"Happy birthday to you…"*
*"Happy birthday to my prince, Arden!"*
Arden grandma and grandpa walk in with a small cake glowing in the darkness.
Arden's eyes fill with tears. He stands and hugs them tightly.
They all sit together, and his grandma says softly,
"Come on, make a wish, my prince."
Arden closes his eyes, makes a silent wish, and blows out the candle.
They all eat the cake together — warmth filling the small, dim room.
After a while, his grandpa clears his throat.
"Arden," he says gently, "have you thought about going to Verrin City?"
Arden grabs his grandpa's hand tightly.
"Please, Grandpa. You know why I don't want to go back there.
That place… it's not mine. I have nothing left there. Please, don't force me."
His grandma's eyes fill with tears.
"But you know, it's been years since we've seen Kael…"
"Don't say that name!" Arden shouts, his voice breaking.
He drops to the floor, breathing heavily.
"Grandpa… Grandma… I'll do anything you ask. But please… don't make me go back there."
Grandma gently strokes his hair and smiles sadly.
"Okay, my dear. I won't force you anymore."
Arden lays his head on her lap and falls asleep as the rain continues outside.
Later, Grandpa whispers to Grandma,
"You know, time is running out. If you don't go through with the operation—"
"Enough," Grandma interrupts, her voice trembling.
"If I can't see my Arden happy, then no operation matters.
And don't ever bring up Verrin City again."
She turns away as thunder echoes outside —
the storm outside matching the one building within their hearts.
The next morning, the soft sound of rain still echoed outside.
Grandma was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast, when Arden came downstairs — a travel bag slung over his shoulder.
"Arden?" she asked in surprise. "Where are you going, my dear?"
Arden smiled playfully.
"Oh, my cutie pie, *I'm* not going anywhere alone — we're all going."
Grandpa frowned. "What? Where exactly are we going, young man?"
Arden grinned. "We're going to Verrin City."
Both Grandma and Grandpa froze, their eyes meeting in silent shock.
Arden continued cheerfully,
"I've already packed everything in the car. So please hurry up, okay? I'll wait for you there, my cutie pie!"
He kissed Grandma's forehead and walked out.
As the car door closed, Grandma whispered, "What's gotten into him all of a sudden?"
Grandpa sighed deeply, "Maybe… fateiscalling him back."
Inside the car, Arden's smile faded.
He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, thinking to himself —
> "I heard everything last night, Grandpa… Grandma.
> I know about the operation.
> I'm going there only for you, Cutie Pie… not for that cursed city."
His phone buzzed again — *unknown number*.
He glanced at the screen but ignored it.
*Not now,* he thought, pushing the phone aside as he started the engine.
Hours later, the car stopped outside a grand hotel in Verrin City.
Arden checked in, carrying only his small bag and a picture frame.
In the quiet hotel room, he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the photo of his mother.
"Mom… I miss you," he whispered softly.
Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room.
Arden frowned, turned off his phone, and walked to the door.
As he opened it, his eyes widened — his breath caught in his throat.
"You…" he whispered in disbelief.
"You're here?"