Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Snow stood in shock as the door to Quintessa's apartment closed with a soft click, leaving him on the outside; he was suddenly forgetful of why he had come back here tonight. Quintessa burst into laughter, a sound that seemed to say, "Life is full of unexpected reunions!"

There was a time when Snow had caught her in a fiery exchange on a balcony with someone else, and now, here she was, catching glances of Quintessa and Tyrone, unable to tear away from each other. Was this what they called karma? Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Tyrone took a bite of Quintessa before asking, "Why are you laughing at a time like this?"

Quintessa playfully twirled a strand of Tyrone's hair, "I was just thinking that, it seems like a pretty good choice to spend this beautiful night with a handsome guy like you.'

With a swift motion, Tyrone scooped Quintessa into his arms, "You should've made that choice a long time ago. Think of all those wonderful nights we've wasted." Quintessa's laughter filled the room, "So, tonight, I'm borrowing you, and not your mom."

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As Tyrone found the light switch on the wall, the room was suddenly bathed in light. The once simple one-bedroom apartment resembled a luxurious presidential suite, with no scent but that of fresh paint. Quintessa, looking around at the unfamiliar room, couldn't quite identify the emotion brewing inside her. This place used to be her only refuge, and now it felt like she had lost even that.

Caught in her thoughts, she barely noticed it when Tyrone laid her down on the bed.

Tyrone, hovering over her, pressed, "Quintessa, you could at least pretend to notice me more. You're always lost in thought; what's that about?"

Quintessa wrapped her arms around Tyrone's neck, "Just thinking about what position might be best."

Tyrone chuckled, "Sure, like I'd believe that. I must be out of my mind."

He playfully lifted the hem of Quintessa's dress, "Anyway, I've been waiting for so long, I can wait a bit longer. Tell me, what was the deal with you and Alexander in Serenitia?" Quintessa raised an eyebrow, sensing Tyrone's impatience with the question.

Looking into Tyrone's deep eyes, she explained, "Isn't it normal for two young people to find solace in each other's company amidst danger and sin, and develop a fondness for each other?"

But that fondness hadn't had the chance to evolve into something more before reality shattered it into pieces.

Once the crisis was over, he returned to his high society life, and she returned to her battlefield.

Perhaps it would've been better if they had never met.

Tyrone felt a sourness bubbling up inside him, a bitterness that seemed to spread all the way to his mouth.

Quintessa's casual remark left

Tyrone feeling blocked, stabbed, and sour. She and Alexander had shared the hardest times together, while he had been lost in a life of excess back home: Tyrone wanted to be angry, but he realized he had no right to be.

It was almost laughable that Tyrone, of all people, found himself without the right to be upset.

But he could provide what Alexander couldn't provide to her. Tyrone looked into Quintessa's eyes, "You want fame, and you want to be a star; I can give you all of that."

Quintessa silenced Tyrone with a gentle touch, her breath warm and inviting, "Right now, talking isn't what you're best at."

Her hands found their way under Tyrone's shirt, and her fingertips, which had been roughened by use, created a tingling sensation on his skin.

Tyrone's breathing grew heavy as he roughly tore away Quintessa's dress.

But suddenly, Quintessa flipped their positions, pinning Tyrone down with

a confident move, and placed a finger on his lips, "I told you, tonight, I'm the one making the requests."