My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 93: I Want You To……

Chapter 93: I Want You To......

"Zylan... Zylan..." Naomi whispered, her voice trembling as fear gripped her chest. Her heart pounded wildly, each frantic beat resonating in her ears. She sat frozen on the maple floor for a fleeting moment, her golden eyes darting around the room. Anxiety gnawed at her, clawing at her insides like a feral beast.

Finally, the suffocating silence became unbearable. She stood abruptly, her legs unsteady as she stumbled toward the door, and the polished floor sent a sharp chill up her bare feet. Without a second thought, she flung the door open and stepped into the dimly lit hallway.

"Zylan!" she shouted, her voice cracking with desperation. The echo of her cry reverberated down the long corridor, but the mansion remained eerily silent. Naomi’s breathing quickened, her chest heaving as guilt and dread wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud.

This is my fault.

The thought stabbed at her, relentless and unforgiving. Tears blurred her vision, but she kept moving, her footsteps faltering as panic overtook her.

"Zylan!" she called again, her voice raw and breaking. Her plea vanished into the emptiness, swallowed by the stillness of the grand halls. Shadows danced on the walls, their movements unsettling, as though mocking her helplessness.

Naomi didn’t care. Fear tightened its grip on her, but it couldn’t stop her. The walls of the mansion seemed to close in around her, suffocating her as she pushed forward. Her legs trembled, threatening to give out, but she forced herself onward.

Suddenly, a tall figure stepped out from the shadows ahead, his presence abrupt and startling. Naomi stumbled to a halt, her breath catching in her throat as she squinted through her tears.

"Mrs. Naomi," Rylan said evenly, his voice cutting through the silence. His dark eyes held a cautious calm, though his lips were pressed into a firm line.

Naomi’s lips quivered, her tears flowing freely now. She shook her head violently. "Please, where is he? Where is Zylan?" Her voice broke into a desperate whisper. "I need to see him. I have to..."

Rylan hesitated, his expression unreadable as he stepped closer. His movements were slow, measured, as though approaching something fragile. "Mrs Naomi, please calm down. He’s fine," he assured her, though his tone betrayed a flicker of unease.

Naomi’s golden eyes blazed with a mix of desperation and determination as they locked onto his. "You know where he is, don’t you?" she demanded, her voice trembling but insistent. "Take me to him. Now."

Rylan’s composure wavered under the intensity of her gaze. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came. Instead, he exhaled sharply, his shoulders tensing. "Mr. Zylan... doesn’t wish to be disturbed," he said cautiously.

Naomi froze, her body stiffening as if struck. Her wide, tear-streaked eyes stared at him in disbelief. The weight of his words crashed over her like a wave, but instead of crumbling, she straightened, her stance hardening.

"I don’t care what he wants," she said, her voice low and steady, carrying a sharp edge. "I need to see him, and I’m not asking."

Rylan faltered, visibly taken aback by the sudden shift in her demeanor. His hesitation only fueled her resolve. Naomi stepped closer, her golden eyes narrowing as she glared up at him.

"Is this how you treat orders?" she demanded, her tone laced with authority.

Rylan hesitated again, his hands twitching at his sides. Finally, he sighed, his head bowing slightly in reluctant submission. "Fine," he muttered. "I’ll take you to him."

Naomi nodded sharply, her expression firm but expectant. "Good."

Without another word, Rylan gestured for her to follow. They walked in tense silence, the soft pad of Naomi’s bare feet against the cold floor the only sound accompanying them.

The hallway stretched on, its ornate decor gradually giving way to simpler, darker surroundings. Naomi’s heart thudded heavily in her chest, each step amplifying the sense of foreboding that hung in the air. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to quell the chill that seeped into her bones.

At the end of the corridor, a lone wooden door loomed before them. Unlike the rest of the mansion’s grandeur, it was plain and unpolished, its surface scarred with age. Naomi’s stomach twisted as she stared at it. Something about the door felt wrong, its presence unsettling in the otherwise elegant hallway.

Rylan stopped in front of it, his hand hovering over the handle. He glanced back at Naomi, his eyes shadowed with unease. "Mrs Naomi..." he began hesitantly.

But Naomi didn’t wait for him to finish. She pushed past him and threw the door open, stepping into the room beyond.

The space was cloaked in darkness, the faint glow of the candles flickering on the table the only source of illumination. The air was heavy and oppressive, thick with an almost tangible tension. Naomi’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes adjusted to the dim light.

And then she saw him.

Zylan was on his knees in the center of the room, his broad shoulders hunched as he gripped his hair with trembling hands. His usually imposing figure looked small, almost broken, as he crouched in the shadows.

Naomi’s heart clenched painfully at the sight. She took a tentative step forward, her lips parting to call out to him, but no sound came. Her golden eyes darted over him, searching for signs of injury.

Then, as he lifted his head slightly, she saw them—his eyes, glowing a vivid, unnatural red.

A chill raced down her spine, fear gripping her as she froze in place. Those crimson eyes were unlike anything she’d ever seen, their intensity piercing through the darkness like twin flames.

Zylan’s head snapped up fully, his gaze locking onto hers. The room seemed to grow colder, the air thickening with a strange energy that made Naomi’s skin prickle.

He felt her presence.

"Zylan..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

A guttural growl escaped his lips, low and menacing, sending a shiver down her spine. He looked wild, untamed, as though barely restraining the chaos within him.

"Don’t... come closer," he rasped, his voice strained and laced with anguish.

But Naomi didn’t listen. She took another step forward, her bare feet silent against the cold floor.

"No, hubby," she said softly, her voice steady despite the fear twisting in her chest. "I’m not leaving you."

Zylan’s crimson eyes narrowed, his expression twisting with a mix of frustration and pain. "You don’t understand," he ground out, his large hands curling into fists.

"Then help me understand," Naomi countered, her tone gentle but firm. She took another step closer, her golden gaze unwavering.

He let out a harsh breath, his chest heaving as though struggling to contain an invisible storm. "I’m dangerous," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Naomi’s heart ached at the raw vulnerability in his words. She ignored the fear clawing at her insides and moved closer, until she was standing right in front of him. Slowly, she knelt down, her golden eyes meeting his fiery crimson ones.

"You’re not dangerous to me," she said softly, her voice filled with quiet conviction.

Zylan stared at her, his expression a storm of emotions. His crimson eyes searched hers, looking for doubt, for fear—but he found none.

Naomi reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing against his trembling hands. He flinched at the contact, but she didn’t pull away.

"Whatever this is, whatever you are," she said, her voice steady, "it doesn’t change how I feel about you."

Zylan’s breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly. He couldn’t fathom her words, couldn’t understand how she could look at him with anything other than fear.

Naomi shifted closer, her hands moving to cup his face. Her thumbs brushed against his sharp jawline as she tilted his head, forcing him to meet her gaze.

"I’m here," she whispered, her voice a soft promise.

Zylan stilled completely, his crimson eyes fixed on hers. For the first time since she entered the room, the tension in his body began to ease, the wild energy around him dimming.

Naomi leaned in slowly, her movements deliberate, and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Then she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his eyes—first one, then the other.

Zylan stilled completely, his entire body going rigid. The act was so tender, so unexpected, that it left him utterly stunned. He hadn’t thought she would ever come near him again, not after what she’d seen.

The look in her eyes when she had seen his fangs—when she had realized what he was—had haunted him. He thought he had lost her.

But Naomi...

Naomi wasn’t afraid.

As she pulled away, her golden gaze searched his crimson one. There was no fear there, only curiosity and an emotion he couldn’t dare name.

Naomi’s mind, however, was racing. She knew this color, those glowing red eyes. She had seen them before, on the cruise ship, just before she passed out. Back then, she had thought she was imagining things, her mind playing tricks on her in a moment of panic. But now, as the pieces fell into place, she knew the truth.

"You... a vampire," she said softly, her voice steady despite the enormity of her realization.

Zylan’s entire body turned rigid, his glowing eyes narrowing slightly. He didn’t answer, didn’t confirm or deny her words.

"You don’t have to worry," she said, her voice unwavering. "I told you I don’t mind what you are."

His eyes widened, the blazing red dimming slightly as her words sank in.

"I don’t care what you are, Zylan," she continued, her tone firm. "You’re my husband."

She paused, letting the words hang between them as she stared into his eyes, her gaze filled with quiet determination.

"I want you to turn me into one."