Elysium: Desired by the Cold-hearted Princess [GL]
Chapter 109 109: A Wild Idea

Third-person POV

Electra stood by the rooftop door, her back pressed against it as she scanned the open space with narrowed eyes. She didn't move. Instead, she stared out across the rooftop, trying to spot anything—anyone—out of place.

Her instincts were screaming at her to leave. Don't do this. Turn around. You're walking straight into trouble. And maybe they were right. Maybe she was walking into some elaborate trap Seraphina had laid just for her.

It would make sense—if Seraphina was even a fraction as unforgiving as Electra knew herself to be, she wouldn't take kindly to being humiliated earlier in the day. Not after she had refused to follow Seraphina in front of the entire class.

Electra snorted softly, shaking her head. What am I doing?

Shehad no power in this world. She wasn't the princess anymore, wasn't Electra Vale. No protection, no authority, no lingering fear carved into people's bones to stay clear of her. In this version of reality, she was just Electra Hook, a nobody.

If Seraphina wanted to humiliate her—or worse—there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. No one would care, and Seraphina? She had everything. All the authority, all the sway.

So why had she come? Why was she standing here, half-nervous and half-defiant, knowing full well she might regret this decision?

Because she needed to know. That's why. She needed to know what Seraphina was planning, needed to see whatever trap had been set with her own eyes.

She'd walked through enough fires in her life to know that if someone was gunning for you, the worst thing you could do was run. If there was a blade in Seraphina's hand, she'd rather see it coming than have it slip between her ribs in the dark.

With that thought firmly lodged in her mind, Electra pushed off the door and stepped onto the rooftop.

The first thing she noticed was how empty it looked. It was quiet, and at the far end, by the railing, stood Seraphina Vale.

She didn't move as Electra approached, didn't even turn her head to acknowledge her arrival. It was unsettling how still she was—like she was waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

Electra slowed as she neared, stopping a few feet away. She tilted her head slightly, her voice sharp and cautious. "Alright, Seraphina," she said, breaking the silence. "I'm here. What do you want?"

Seraphina finally turned. Her expression was unreadable and cold, as if she were studying Electra like one would a peculiar specimen under glass. "You came," she said simply, her tone devoid of surprise.

Electra crossed her arms over her chest, schooling her face into an expression of nonchalance. "Of course I came. I like to see my traps up close."

Seraphina's lips twitched, though it wasn't quite a smile. "Traps? Is that what you think this is?"

"That's usually what happens when someone calls you to a deserted rooftop at night," Electra shot back, her voice dry. "So go ahead—let's get this over with. What's the plan? Tie me up and toss me off the side?"

Seraphina sighed, shaking her head slowly, as though Electra were the one being ridiculous. "Are you always so dramatic, sweetie?"

Electra rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn't get stuck in the back of her head. "The only time I'm ever this dramatic," she said flatly, "is when I'm certain I've walked into a trap."

She straightened her posture, arms crossing over her chest in a way that might have looked relaxed if not for the sharp edge in her tone. "and you may think I don't know you, but I know you very well, Your Highness. You always have something up your sleeve, but just so we're clear, I'm not going to be an easy opponent. So if you're planning something, you might want to think again."

Her voice carried enough confidence to convince herself, but deep down, she was the farthest thing from being confident. Electra knew what Seraphina was capable of—or at least she thought she did.

To Electra's surprise, Seraphina didn't snap back or wear her usual mask of indifference. Instead, she laughed. A low, dark laugh that sounded far too amused for Electra's liking.

Seraphina's eyes glittered with something unreadable as she stepped closer, her movements slow, and the space between them shrinking until Electra could feel the faint warmth of her presence.

"Why so defensive?" Seraphina asked softly, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. Her hand lifted, and before Electra could move back, Seraphina's fingertips brushed against her cheek. The touch was light, almost tender, but it sent a jolt through Electra's spine.

Seraphina's eyes never left her, watching every flicker of confusion and annoyance dance across Electra's face as she stroked her skin.

"Instead of imagining something so negatively wild," she murmured, her tone teasing and calm, "why don't you imagine something equally wild, but not as negative?"

Electra's brows furrowed in confusion. She grabbed Seraphina's wrist, pulling her hand away from her face. "What the hell are you talking about?" she demanded, her voice sharp.

Seraphina didn't answer immediately. Instead, her smile widened as she took another step closer. Before Electra could pull back, Seraphina reached for a strand of her long hair, wrapping it carefully around her fingers. Her grip was firm, and with a subtle tug, she pulled Electra down to her level until their faces were mere inches apart. Their breaths mingled, and Electra felt her heart slam against her ribs.

For a moment, it felt like time had stopped, the entire rooftop swallowed by the strange and heavy tension between them.

Seraphina's lips hovered so close to hers that Electra could feel her breath against her mouth. It was enough to make Electra's pulse spike—a fact that irritated her to no end.

Then Seraphina whispered, her voice low, "Have you ever experienced having sex in the open, under the moonlight?"

The words hit Electra like a punch to the gut. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she wasn't sure she'd heard her correctly. "What?" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Seraphina tilted her head slightly, her smile turning wicked. "I said," she repeated, her tone maddeningly slow, "have you ever experienced it? Right here, under the stars, with nothing but the moon watching?"

Electra's mouth went dry, and her brows knit together in disbelief. "What the hell are you saying?"

"I'm saying," Seraphina purred, her hand still tugging lightly at Electra's hair, keeping her close, "that I enjoyed our first time together. Thoroughly," she responded. "So I figured it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a little fun with the new girl again, but this time, I thought we could make it more exciting. Right here. On this rooftop."

Electra felt her heart stutter, her body locked in place as Seraphina's words sank in. Was she serious?

The audacity of what Seraphina was suggesting left her momentarily speechless, and the way Seraphina's lips lingered so close to hers didn't help matters. Her senses were on overdrive—she could see the faint smirk on Seraphina's face, hear the teasing edge in her voice, and feel the pull of her hair that kept her close and in place.

Seraphina's gaze held hers, dark and unrelenting. "So what do you say, Electra?" she whispered against her lips. "Would you like to give it a try?"