rants as Midnight tries to contain her laughter. Laughter not only because she found the whole situation h

ttendees had left, but others stuck aro

the last comment as it talked about his mother but found it amusing nonetheless. He couldn't see her face, just her beautiful

t her being a bad friend or whatever, but she felt amused by this whole situation and

e turns around slowly, a sheepish blush on her cheeks. She has never felt more embarrassed in her life. The sexy stranger's sexy smirk irritates her to no end. Realization d

crossing her arms, confidently with the perfect amount of attitude. "He h

e could only assume it was something rude. Martin could speak four languages; however, Spanish was not one of them

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leeping patterns. It didn't help that now he had a damn assassin trailing him, that same damn assassin he seems to have some fucked up attraction to. Perhaps it was the daddy issues in him. Isn't that what girls blame their attraction to murderous, mysteriou

rworld do. Abusive parents, orphanages, witnessed parents murdered, kidnapped, sold into a brothel or human trafficking ring, lost a sibling, lost a lover

never got to tell her because he was in a coma the day she died in a house fire. Fou

son he got up in the morning was to see her beautiful face at school, hear her rant about her favorite poets and painters, and her new

was dead. Her house had lit up in flames. The stove was left on, the pasta had spilled o

e life of him what her plan is or why he felt the need to stare at her, fantasize about her. He couldn't help but wonder what she looked like under that mask. How deep wa

was a pawn in his father's game and he vowed the day he killed him, no more would he be a puppet held up by invisibl

t. The strings are in her hand.

he was wearing black dress pants, and a black tube top that pushed her medium-sized breasts flat to her chest. He didn't know bra sizes very well, but he could have guessed she was a B cup. Her breasts had looked bigger and more ample in the dress. She was wearing a black button-down coat that

eel uncomfortable, instead, they made her feel some sort of validation. Perhaps it was because he wasn't

asn't a question, m

s tribal tattoo show just above the collar. Black intricate designs curl around his prominent collarbone lik

eparating his wrist from his palm. The whole left side of his toned abdomen and stomach are covered with the same design. She supposes the

ning behind it?" He smiles slightly and traces his finger

oked appealing," He sa

alms on the counter, caging her in. Instinctively she grabs the dagger hidden in her pocket and holds it against his throat. He does the same

to take their eyes off each other as their breathing gets heavier and their mouths get closer. They can feel each o

nd was TOG and ACOTAR, and Jude and Cardan fanart so I didn't wan

heir lips would be touching. "I can't be another pawn in someone's game." She saw a flash of vulnerability in his e

it." He slams his left hand not holding the gun against her skin on the countertop. She flinches slightly and he pulls away from her in shock. He drops the gun a

't mean to. I-I normally don't lose

good ones." She slips the paper into his belt loop and walks o

the note a