Devilish secretary-Chapter 408 Nightmare or ??

Lilith stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from her shower, her hair falling in soft waves down her back. She wore a simple white pyjama set–loose, airy, and so comfortable that even she felt a little softer in it. The fabric clung gently to her curves in just the right places, and her bare feet padded quietly across the floor.

Ray was already waiting, sitting cross-legged on their bed with that spark of excitement dancing in his eyes. The moment he saw her, his whole face lit up like he’d just been handed the world’s greatest gift.

Without saying a word, he tugged at her hand, coaxing her down beside him. He buried his face into her stomach the moment she settled back against the pillows, letting out a happy, muffled sigh. His warm breath tickled her skin through the thin cotton of her pyjama top, and the feel of his hair brushing her belly made her fingertips twitch with affection.

Her hand moved automatically, brushing through his soft hair, her nails grazing his scalp just the way he liked. She felt his whole body relax against hers — the tension that he always carried in the back of his shoulders just melted away.

"Mmm... Miss Mystery... you’re the best pillow," he mumbled, his voice muffled against her. His hands slipped around her waist, hugging her closer, his thumbs tracing tiny circles into her side. He looked so small like this — innocent, spoiled, and so very hers.

Lilith chuckled, a deep, warm sound that made Ray’s chest flutter. "If I’m the pillow, what does that make you?" she teased softly, looking down at him with eyes full of warmth.

Ray tilted his head up, pouting like a child. "Your favourite blanket, obviously!" he said dramatically, before burying himself even deeper against her stomach. His nose brushed her navel, making her gasp and smack his shoulder lightly.

"Behave," she warned, but there was no bite in her voice, only a smile that tugged at her lips.

"I am behaving," Ray argued, peeking up at her with puppy eyes. "I just wanna stay here forever... just like this... you, me, no one else..." He shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss just above the waistband of her pyjamas. His lips were so warm they made her shiver.

She slid down a little to rest her back better against the headboard, threading both hands into his hair now, her fingers massaging gently. Ray let out a low hum, eyes fluttering shut as he melted into her touch.

"Ray..." she whispered, her voice softer than she ever let it be for anyone else. She could feel his breath, warm and steady, and the way his hands squeezed her waist like he needed to make sure she wouldn’t disappear.

"Promise me you’ll stay my pillow forever," he murmured, his words half sleep, half plea.

Lilith leaned down, pressed her lips to the crown of his head, and spoke against his hair. "Only if you stay my blanket."

Ray’s lips curled into a sleepy, satisfied grin. "Deal..." he breathed.

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Ray found himself standing in a strange place. It didn’t feel like anywhere real — more like a place pulled out from a half-forgotten nightmare.

He turned his head slowly, eyes wide. "What is this...?" he whispered to himself, voice echoing in the emptiness. The floor was cold under his bare feet. Symbols he couldn’t read were drawn everywhere — on the ground, on the walls, even on the ceiling that stretched too far up into blackness.

Black magic things? his mind whispered. His heart began to thump louder, his hands trembling by his side.

He walked forward, one step at a time, each step feeling like it sank into the ground. Then he saw it — a doorway painted in deep, bloody red. It felt like it was calling him, pulling at his chest like an invisible thread. He wanted to run away but his feet kept moving on their own.

He pushed the heavy door open and stepped into the red room. The moment he did, the air changed. It smelled sweet and rotten at the same time, like flowers wilting in darkness. The walls were covered in strange carvings that seemed to move when he blinked.

In the center of the room was a tomb — black and red marble, carved like a piece of haunting art. It was so beautiful but so wrong that Ray’s throat tightened just looking at it.

He stepped closer, breath fogging in the cold air. Around the tomb were four star-shaped locks, each one bright like a lantern made of metal and symbols. But when he looked closer, he froze.

One of the locks... was open. Just dangling there, light flickering weakly. His stomach turned. What is this? Who opened it?

He sat down on the floor without meaning to, knees pulled up to his chest. He could feel something inside the tomb — something alive, something whispering. The whispers were soft but they hooked onto his ears, slithering inside his mind.

He covered his ears. It didn’t help.

His eyes fell to the open lock. A small, broken voice in his head said Don’t touch it. But his hand moved anyway, fingers reaching for the dark metal.

The moment he touched it — he felt the world twist. Like his skin and bones were dissolving. Like his soul was being pulled apart, piece by piece, sucked into that tomb, into that darkness that promised to swallow him forever.

He tried to scream but no sound came out. He felt so small, so helpless. The shadows wrapped around him like a cold blanket. The voice inside the tomb turned louder — laughing or crying, he couldn’t tell. He felt himself slipping away —

"Stop—! Let me go—!" his mind screamed, but the darkness didn’t care.

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Warm hands.

A soft, strong hand was cupping his cheek. He blinked hard — eyes wet, breath shaky. The shadows around him flickered and cracked. The tomb vanished, the whispers faded like smoke.

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