Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 83: Draw Me

Lilia was silent, stunned by what he had just said.

Had he just called her his beloved? She could not think straight.

The words echoed in her mind, tangling with her thoughts, making it impossible to focus. Her heart pounded in her chest, the heat of the moment settling over her like a thick fog.

Before she could process it, Zethan pulled her into another kiss, his tongue teasingly brushing against her lips before slipping deeper, tapping her tongue and licking. The slow, deliberate movement sent a shiver down her spine.

"Mmgh~"

Lilia moaned against his lips as he deepened the kiss, her body reacting on its own. That sound—soft yet intoxicating—did something to him. His brain shut down at the melodic sound that left her lips. It was like a song only he could hear, a tune that played just for him.

His hands followed, exploring the soft skin of her bare curvy waist before sliding up to cup and squeeze her breast. His touch was both gentle and possessive, sending waves of heat through her body.

Then, reality came crashing down.

Her eyes widened in shock.

She couldn’t believe what she was doing. The kitchen, of all places, was where she had let herself melt into his touch. Just as the weight of the moment hit her, Zethan suddenly pulled away.

"What’s wrong?" she asked breathlessly, her lips still tingling from the kiss.

’Why did he stop...she wanted more of.....’

Instead of answering, he pointed toward the gas stove.

Lilia’s heart dropped.

The food!

"Oh my goodness!" she gasped. She had completely forgotten about the meal she was preparing. Scrambling to her feet, she hurried to turn off the gas. The rich, savory scent of the omelet salad filled the kitchen, a reminder of just how distracted she had been.

Behind her, Zethan chuckled as he leaned casually against the counter, watching her flustered reaction. His gaze followed her every movement with amusement, his lips twitching in a smirk.

Lilia spun around and shot him a small glare. "Since you’re just standing there, make yourself useful—get the fruiy juice from the fridge."

Her cheeks flushed hard at her carelessness..b..but it was all his fault.

Still amused, he obeyed. He moved toward the fridge, retrieving the juice she had made earlier. She exhaled, adjusting her top before brushing past him.

"Let’s set the table," she muttered, gathering the plates.

Zethan nodded, his gaze lingering on her as he took the plates from her hands.

She watched him for a brief moment, something stirring in her chest. He looked surprisingly obedient—like a dutiful husband simply following his wife’s instructions. The thought made her pause her heart racing.

"Get the cutlery," she directed, trying to keep her voice steady.

Zethan nodded, moving to collect the utensils.

"And two small glass cups," she added.

Once again, he obeyed without hesitation.

"Also, grab two trays."

Without a word, he followed her instructions, carrying everything to the dining table.

Once they were done setting up, Lilia plated the omelet salad, bringing it to the table. As they sat down, Zethan stared at the neatly arranged setting, looking somewhat dumbfounded.

He shook his head in disbelief. Zethan—the man who always gave orders—had spent the last few minutes obediently following them instead.

And the funniest part? His wife didn’t even realize the power she held over him.

Lilia watched him expectantly as he took a small bite. Her bright eyes stayed fixed on his face, waiting for his reaction.

Zethan chewed thoughtfully before nodding. "Very good."

He swallowed, then looked at her with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Who knew my wife was such a great chef? This is definitely five-star."

Lilia narrowed her eyes at him, silently asking him to be serious.

He nodded again. "I mean it. This is what five-star tastes like."

Her cheeks flushed at the compliment, and she quickly looked away, focusing on her own meal. They ate in comfortable silence, the soft clinking of cutlery the only sound between them.

After a while, Lilia stood up, walking over to the fridge. She grabbed two bottles of water, setting one down beside Zethan before taking her own seat again.

Zethan watched her in quiet surprise.

This girl... she kept surprising him.

Not only could she cook, but she was also unexpectedly thoughtful. And as he sat there, watching her, a realization settled over him.

If she kept doing things like this—if she kept making him feel this way—he knew one thing for certain.

He wouldn’t be able to let her go. Ever:

Then Zethan finally looked at her before speaking quietly. "You can draw too, right?"

Lilia blinked before nodding. She could.

Come to think of it, boredom had driven her to try all sorts of things over the years. Back then, she hadn’t paid much attention to them. But now, she was starting to realize just how many skills she had picked up—things she had never thought were important until they suddenly became useful.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he watched her. Then, to his surprise, she turned to him and asked, "Could you tell me more about yourself?"

He was silent for a moment, his body stilling before he finally responded, "What exactly are you curious about?"

Lilia hesitated, then said, "Your cousin."

He raised an eyebrow as she shifted her plate aside, her focus entirely on him now.

"It’s strange," she murmured. "I feel like I’ve seen him before... but I can’t remember where. And at the same time, I’m sure the day I met him was the first time. It’s like..." She trailed off, frowning slightly.

Zethan remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Then, before she could continue, Lilia laughed nervously. "Never mind. Forget I said anything."

But Zethan shook his head. "No. Go on."

She studied him for a moment before deciding to continue.

"It’s just... his face feels familiar, like a fresh memory stuck in my head. But it doesn’t feel like I’ve seen him before meeting him, either. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just tired." She let out another nervous laugh, as if trying to shake off the strange feeling.

Zethan watched her carefully, his mind processing her words. He knew exactly what she was trying to say—though he wasn’t sure if she fully understood it herself.

And then she asked, "Are you two close?"

That day, she noticed something off—Zethan wasn’t speaking to him the way a cousin normally would. There was a coldness in his words, a distance that felt unnatural. She hadn’t expected him to act that way, especially toward someone as close as family.

Then, after a long pause, he finally spoke.

"We aren’t close."

Lilia noted the way he said it—short, simple, and final. But after a moment, she asked, "Why?"

Zethan hesitated, then replied, "He talks too much."

Lilia giggled at his blunt answer.

Zethan raised his head to look at her, a bit surprised. She giggled again, then said playfully, "You do too."

He scoffed lightly. "That’s only because of you. You make me talk."

Lilia giggled again, her laughter light and genuine.

Zethan watched her in silence, something unspoken lingering in his gaze as he watched her.

Then, she finally stopped and asked, "Oh, about my clothes—when will they arrive?"

Zethan was quiet for a moment before answering. "You’ll be wearing mine."

Lilia turned to him, her eyes widening slightly. "Wait... what?"

The truth was, he had planned to arrange for her clothes. But after seeing how beautiful she looked in his, a selfish part of him didn’t want to bring hers.

Lilia couldn’t believe this man.

It wasn’t that she had a problem wearing his clothes, but the fact that he—

This man.

She fell silent, her thoughts tangled, unsure of how to respond.

Finally, she stood, picking up her plate. Zethan stood as well, gathering the rest of the dishes. They walked toward the kitchen in silence until Lilia finally spoke.

"Please don’t touch anything. I’ll do the rest. Just stay here."

It was the fact that he was actually enjoying this bossy attitude of hers. In fact, it made her look even more domineering—and he found himself liking it. Not to mention the way she carried out everything with such precision, only adding to her commanding presence.

Zethan simply nodded, watching her as she washed the plates with precise, almost methodical movements. Once she was done, she set them aside and wiped her hands.

That was when he took her hand.

Lilia stiffened, startled, but he didn’t let go. His grip was firm yet not forceful, steadying her in a way that made her pulse stutter. Without a word, he led her toward the painting area. By now, the rain had died down, the earlier sound into an eerie stillness.

"You said you could draw, right?" he asked.

Lilia hesitated before nodding. "Yes...i can?"

Zethan stopped walking and turned to face her fully.

"Then draw me."

Her brows furrowed, confusion flickering in her gaze, but before she could ask what he meant—

He pulled off his shirt.

Her breath hitched.

Mouth slightly open, she stared at him in stunned silence. His sculpted chest and defined abs looked like something out of a dream—an artistic masterpiece with no known creator. Every muscle was carved to perfection, as if molded by the gods themselves.

And then he spoke again.

"Draw me."

His next words sent a jolt of disbelief through her.

"Naked."

Lilia’s breath caught.

As he moved toward her, his gaze locked onto hers—dark, intense, and possessive. Every step he took felt deliberate, as if he were stalking his prey.

Then, he bent down, lowering himself to her level, his presence overwhelming. Slowly, he lifted her chin with two fingers, forcing her to meet his smoldering stare.

His voice was a deep, velvety whisper, each word dripping with sinful temptation.

"Draw me... or touch me. Naked."

For some inexplicable reason, Zethan felt an undeniable urge to seduce her.