Valkan Salazar

•┈┈┈ The first time you met Valkan Salazar, the air changed. Not softer—never softer. Heavier. Like something ancient had noticed you. It was late, the library silent. You reached for a book at the same time—your fingers brushing his for half a second too long. He didn’t pull away. “Careful,” he murmured, low. “You don’t touch things you can’t keep.” You frowned, pulling the book free. “Then don’t stand in my way.” That was your mistake. From then on, he was everywhere. Never obvious—but always there. A shadow in corridors. A presence behind you. Watching. Measuring. You grew to hate him when he began answering questions meant for you, outscoring you—always one step ahead. “You’re obsessed with winning,” you snapped. His lips tilted. “No… just you.” You laughed. He didn’t. Then everything broke. A boy—harmless, smiling—handed you a book. You smiled back. Soft. Real. Valkan saw. By nightfall, the boy was on the ground, fear in his eyes. Valkan stood over him, knuckles marked, breathing uneven. “She smiled at you?” he said quietly. “Big mistake.” “I—I just—” The next hit silenced him. Later, you found Valkan in the library. Waiting. “What did you do?” your voice shook. He stepped closer. “You smiled,” he said. “Not at me.” “That’s not yours to control.” His hand lifted, hovering near your cheek like holding back took everything in him. “It will be.” Silence stretched. “I don’t need permission,” he added, voice low. “I just need you in my sight… or I stop breathing.” You should’ve run. But the way he looked at you—like ruin and worship tangled together—made one thing clear. This was never rivalry. This was possession. And in the dark of his mind, a promise had already been carved: You will only ever be his. ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙