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⛧ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉 ⛧ (poem)

~ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 ~

𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝-𝐑𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐗 𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(Edited and longer now.)

• short Poem-Oneshot to my fanfiction Love Bites • 18+ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭: ⫸ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⫷ ~ 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (✙𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬), 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, (𝐡𝐢𝐦) 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐲𝐨𝐮), 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!, 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩?! • words: around 1.5 now

𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨? 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝-𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐇𝐞, 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐚-𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐎𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔,

𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒔,

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏,

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒎𝒆,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒅,

𝑴𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔,

𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬. 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝. 𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? 𝐈𝐟 𝐬𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐀 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 '𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝'. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲.

𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐎𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑,

𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,

𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓.

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥? 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥�� 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏,

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒔,

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒆,

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔,

𝑾𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒖𝒑,

𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧. 𝐀 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞… 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 (𝐧𝐨𝐰). 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 - 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 ��𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧. 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐬-𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧 “𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.“ 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 (𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥) 𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐍𝐨, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧. 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞. 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱. 𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐰. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. ❝𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝-𝐑𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐚!❞𝐀𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 '𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝', 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧, 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐢𝐦.

𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆,

𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,

𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒆,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏��𝒏𝒈

𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚

𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆

𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝é𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭é. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐢 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫.

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬. 𝐍𝐨, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

(𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨.)

𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐳𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐀 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫.

❝𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧.❞

I wrote this in the night. Maybe at 4 or 5 am. My soul is dead…

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Love Bites - Chapter III / Sneak Peek!

! This sneak peek is almost continuously about sex, isn't it? But don't worry, the whole chapter also contains other topics. (Known topics - blood & gore, bit! soft Feyd- as usual only to you etc.) Even though I think this will be the chapter with the most smut content. It's going to be disgusting... I think... And mean. Him to you. :p

But also extreme soft, you'll see.

I hate his uncle, everyone hates Vladimir! ಠ_ಠ

❝Then I'll give up the nights with her. But only, when I can talk to her during the day. And by that I also mean outside of training.❞ Feyd spoke more and more firmly with every word. 'Talk' , Vladimir thought mockingly. His nephew shouldn't have mentioned that he had just disturbed their intimacy. He nodded to Feyd, but already had new plans in mind. ❝Make sure you don't make any more mistakes, nephew.❞

Mistakes? Him?

Feyds eyes met the Barons with full force. Anyone else would have pissed themselves in fear. But no matter what Feyd did, Vladimir didn't care. Especially not when you were the topic. Feyd had nothing to say, it was as simple as that. At least as long as his uncle was present. ❝I should have let her kill you yesterday!❞, he said angrily. His voice almost cracked, though he wasn't loud. Yet everyone here could hear his words. The Na-Baron didn't dare to move in those seconds. If he took only one step forward now, he was sure that even the guards wouldn't be able to hold him. He saw one of the ladies next to his uncle dare to raise her head and glance briefly at the young Harkonnen. Feyd recognized her immediately. It was the waitress from last night who had offered you and him the drinks on his celebration. ❝Yes, the offspring will be beautiful. That's for sure!❞ He answered her now. Surprisingly calm, in contrast to his previous words. And he knew he had said the words out loud. The lady smiled gently, but lowered her head again. Vladimir turned to the ladies, but did not recognize who had raised their heads. ❝One of them complimented the Na-Baroness yesterday... no, us.❞ Feyd grinned nastily at his uncle. ❝If you continue to make mistakes, she will not bear your offspring!❞ Vladimir continued to clarify.

Shaking with rage again, Feyd left the hall without a word. He felt like you did yesterday, when you walked away suddenly. He swallowed, his eyes wandering back and forth, left to right, wondering how he could avoid his uncle's order. There wasn't much time for intense intimacy during the day. Today the training hall had been an exception because you had been in the same place at the same time and you had teased his ego. Maybe it wouldn't have occurred to him to touch you otherwise. Since he preferred to do it in a bed with you anyway. Or in the thermal, as he had discovered last night. And in that moment, he realized what the strange feeling inside him was. Grief. Even if it wasn't every night, he loved it having your body by his side. No matter whether it was in his chambers or yours. Holding you in his arms. Knowing that you were his property and there was nothing you could do about it. And he had to admit to himself that he liked it when someone felt comfortable in his presence. Except for his whores.

He knew that if Vladimir told them about his words, it wouldn't matter at all that he had only given them to Farris yesterday. And they would certainly be happy to be allowed to pleasure him again. No, to should. Feyd remembered your words, how you had told him in the thermal that it would be fine with you if he became intimate with them again. As long as it would put his uncle in a 'better mood'. And it really did seem that way. That it would make him feel better. The Na-Baron wondered if he could just refuse them. Or would they tell Vladimir? Feyd couldn't think straight at the moment.

❝Apologize, my Baroness.❞ , he said as he re-entered the training hall. You hadn't moved a bit, or so it seemed, during his absence. You realized immediately that something was wrong. ❝What happened?❞ , you asked, startled, when you saw the blood on the dagger. ❝My uncle was... talking.❞ Feyd explained as he knelt down to you and cut the tape from your wrists. You shook your aching joints once before he took a look at the irritated skin himself. ❝What did he say?❞, you asked, wanting to know for sure. Feyds appearance had changed. The previous grin was completely gone, now there was anger in him. Maybe even rage he tried to hide. The young man sighed, thinking about how he could explain it. ❝We're not allowed to see each other. Not at night anymore. He doesn't want us to be intimate with each other. The fact that you are my fiancée, the Na-Baroness, doesn't interest him in the slightest. From tonight, there will be guards outside our chambers at night.❞ , he began, kissing your skin below your belly button before pulling your pants back up. ❝Guards?❞ , you asked with wide eyes.

❝Mh-hm.❞ Feyd only said. ❝During the day, I think we can see us... still. But I don't know if he'll stick to those words.❞, he continued. It was hard enough for you to see each other during the day either way. You both couldn't spend the whole day in the training halls either. And even here, you didn't always meet. You looked again at the bloody sword. ❝It's not his blood. Unfortunately.❞ Feyd said. ❝It's from someone insignificant.❞ He took your face in his hands, stroking the dark circles under your eyes again. ❝I'm taking you to bed. You don't look healthy, you're pale. Training won't do you any good, or very little, if you're not in good shape.❞ He spoke as if he were talking about the weather - he sounded uninterested. Confusion spread through you. Mixed with a little fear. You still found it difficult to assess him and his emotions. His strong arms picked you up with ease and you leaned your head against his warm shoulder and, to be honest, were glad that you didn't meet anyone on the way. It must have looked pretty strange the way the Na-Baron was carrying you on his hands.

When you arrived, he carefully lowered your body onto your bed. ❝Drink.❞ , he spoke and gave you the glas bottle of water that was next to your bed. ❝Do you need anything else? Should a servant bring you something?❞ Feyd asked you, resting his head on your thigh. ❝I don't think so, thanks.❞ , you replied after a few sips of the cool liquid. Feyd took the bottle from you and took off your boots. Your pants and top followed, he didn't want you to sleep in those clothes. His eyes were glued to your naked chest, seeing his love bites and hickeys. And it aroused him far too much. ❝Fuck.❞ , he growled as his hands stroked your skin. ❝How dare he rip you from me?❞ , the Harkonnen murmured, slowly settling down and burying his nose in your neck until he finally started to spread kisses over your blotchy skin. ❝I'm going to kill this scum! Slash him open and let him bleed out long and agonizingly! A quick death would be a gift for him, but I won't give him that!❞ Feyd pushed your jaw back up to kiss the thin skin under your chin, down your throat. Marked you with more hickeys.

Only his.

He growled deeply, kissing the soft skin of your breasts. You sighed comfortingly and your slender fingers caressed his muscular shoulders. ❝You have to go.❞, you said quietly. The words hurt yourself as you uttered them. ❝I don't want to!❞ Feyd growled menacingly and his hands gripped tightly around your waist. He wanted to feel that you were with him here and now. He took the dagger with the dried blood from his belt and placed it next to you on the mattress. He didn't want to hurt you now.

You looked at the blade as Feyds lips made their way down your body. The bloody dagger had you so mesmerized for a moment that you hadn't even felt Feyds touch until he pulled your underwear off your legs. He knelt to the floor, pulled your body closer to the edge of the bed and kissed your lower lips as he spread your legs a little more. ❝What about my punishment?❞ , you asked breahthless. ❝That's off topic now!❞ , he snarled and gripped your thighs tightly with both hands.

(☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

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