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ⵊɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs

❦-----------IZZY-CAMILLE LAURENT------------❦

19 ʏᴇᴀʀs - ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 29ᴛʜ - ᴀʀɪᴇs sʜᴇ/ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ Lᴏɴᴅᴏɴ, Uɴɪᴛᴇᴅ Kɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ Jᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴍ

❦-------------LEANDER EDWARDS---------------❦ 

22 ʏᴇᴀʀs - ᴏʟᴅ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 1sᴛ - ʟᴇᴏ ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oxford, Uɴɪᴛᴇᴅ Kɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ CEO

❦-------------MATTHEO ANTONOV---------------❦

20 ʏᴇᴀʀs - ᴏʟᴅ ᴊᴜɴ 25ᴛʜ - ᴄᴀɴᴄᴇʀ ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʟᴀʙᴇʟ Penza, Rᴜssɪᴀ ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴛᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ

❦---------DEARIL “SOUP” DUBOIS-----------❦

19 ʏᴇᴀʀs - old ᴊᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 22nd - ᴀǫᴜᴀʀɪᴜs ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʟᴇsʙɪᴀɴ Vᴇʀsᴀɪʟʟᴇs, Fʀᴀɴᴄᴇ Lᴀᴡ

❦--------------MARY SEYMORE----------------❦

20 ʏᴇᴀʀs - ᴏʟᴅ sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 25ᴛʜ - ʟɪʙʀᴀ sʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀɴsᴇxᴜᴀʟ Sʀᴇᴍsᴋᴀ Mɪᴛʀᴏᴠɪᴄᴀ, Sᴇʀʙɪᴀ ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ 

❦--FREDERIC “FREDDY” FREDERICS--❦

19 ʏᴇᴀʀs - ᴏʟᴅ Fᴇʙʀᴜᴀʀʏ 29ᴛʜ - ᴘɪsᴄᴇs ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ (ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ) Bᴇʀʟɪɴ, Gᴇʀᴍᴀɴʏ ʙɪᴏʟᴏɢʏ 

❦-------------RACHEL WHITE---------------❦ 

20 ʏᴇᴀʀs - ᴏʟᴅ ᴊᴜɴ 3ʀᴅ - ɢᴇᴍɪɴɪ ᴀɴʏ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴs ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ Fʟᴏʀɪᴅᴀ, USA Mᴜsɪᴄ

❦--------TIMOFEY ANOTONOV----------❦

27 ʏᴇᴀʀs - ᴏʟᴅ ᴀᴘʀɪʟ 8ᴛʜ - ᴀʀɪᴇs ʜᴇ/ᴛʜᴇʏ ǫᴜᴇᴇʀ Pᴇɴᴢᴀ, Rᴜssɪᴀ Mᴀꜰɪᴀ ʟᴇᴀɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ

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Tʜᴇ Bᴏss

"Izzy, please." Mattheo begged his girlfiend - ex-girlfriend - for the hundreth time. They on the other hand didn't want to listen. She listened the other two times, the other two times he betrayed her trust and made her look like a fool. The other two times he made them believe he regretted his actions and really loved her, and she took him back because, fuck those damn eyes of his.

"Leave me alone, you asshole." Izzy cries at him trying to close her bedroom door on him, yet he is stronger. She still tries to close it by putting her entire weight on the door which helps to some parts. Mostly because Mattheo doesn't want to hurt her by being too violent with the door.

"Please, malishka. I'm sorry. Just let me explain." He tries begging again but to no avail.

"Fuck off, I've listened the past two times. Thrid times a charm Mattheo, you're out." They give the door one more big slam with their entire body weight and manage to fully close it, quickly turning the key in the lock to keep their ex-boyfriend outside. Izzy slid down her door and started quietly sobbing while keeping her head buried in her lap.

Silence occured in the dorm, Mattheo must've left. Izzy stays in their position on the floor until her roommate softly knocks on the door. The brunette jumps off the floor and in lightning speed opens the door and falls into her friend's arm. She continues her sobbing while Mary rubs her back with comforting words.

Never again, Mattheo. Izzy tells herself. Never again.

"How's you morning going, boss?"

"Very pleasant, how's yours going, Rick?"

"Pleasant aswell, thank you for asking boss." He swings through the big crowds of his bar, Église, greeting employees and customers on his way.

"Your drink, boss."

"Thank you, Joshua." He opens his office door and gives his employe a quick smile before entring his office. He lets out a big sigh before going to his table, already seeing a big pile of paper work on there. He sits down and buries his face in his hands. So much paperwork yet the hardest assignment is his best worker. The only reason he currently is in France.

“You asshole...” He whispers to himself before lifting his head to look at his computerscreen. He started doing his work, all the things he normally would, meetings, drug deals, papers for his clubs and bars. Everything a mafia boss does. But his mind was not in this room, hell, it wasn’t even in the same building.

All he could think about was that girl, the girl he met at his friend’s apartment today. 

He thought about her eyes and how they shined, her pretty hair and how it draped over her breasts, her lips and how kissbale they looked in that moment, her thighs and how he would hold them while he-

A loud ringing brought him back, he picks up his phone. Leander written in bold letters shines on his phone. The boss lets out a big sigh before picking up.

“Hey, Lee.” He spoke into his phone, trapping it between his ear and shoulder continuing his work.

“Hey, bud. I just wanted to apologize. You were right I wasn’t in the right state of mind, I fell for that girl and completely forgot the importance of the mission. Not only for myself but also for you and your business...I’m sorry, I’ll do my best to stay away...but you saw her...It’s hard not to want her.” He finishes off with a sigh and shaky breath, anxiety clear in his voice. Fear of messing up the big project they, have been working on for many years now.

“It’s okay...As long as you keep the mission as your first priority.” He smirks as he continues his work. Less competition.

“Of course...to avenge my sister is all I need to do now...Thank you for helping me, brother. Without you I wouldn’t have gotten this far, I won’t dissapoint you.”

“Trust me, Lee, you couldn’t.” After saying their goodbyes they hung up. He couldn’t help but smile at Leander’s reaction. How naive, thankfully. It makes his job of getting all the competition out of the way so much easier, less blood shed and less money spent. Those thoughts make his mind drift to that girl again.

Oh, that girl.

She truly has him around her finger, and he barely even knows anything about her. He doesn‘t need to, she‘s his soulmate. She will have to love him be it with or without force, but again why force? Soulmates are meant to love one another unconditionally no matter the situation.

There is a knock on the door, making the boss look at his watch in thought.

8:27 a.m.

Time for the first meeting on the day, after an audible come in the door opens. He stands up extending his hand for a firm, polite hand shake. As he sits down, talking with his colleague, he notices his name tag on his table wasn’t turned correctly. He takes the little metal piece and turns it around revealing his name to the person sitting in front of him.

Niko Sterling.

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i just wanna be a cute fairy, in cute outfits and live in a cute cottage, is it too much to ask? ):

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blog update from your girl bcs i’m slowly loosing my mind due to vwa and i’m starting to hate books but it’s lowkey fun lol I rly miss writing ff but maybe i’ll return soon??? Idk i have to write 2 chapters until next week and idk what to write in my 2nd chapter bcs it’s basically the same as chapter one crying.

hugs and kisses

- mary (:

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Gᴏᴏᴅ ɢɪʀʟ

pairing: Strenger x Y/N

CW: obviously teacherxstudent, implied spanking bcs i didnt finish the fic (izzy’s wish), strenger’s “good girl” era,

Mary’s note: pls forgive me, no this is not self indulged i do not want to get spanked by strenger. I will never finish this but better than never posting it, ig. I will not be paying for you therapy <3

It was friday, last period. Basically only 20 minutes left until it was weekend. You had maths, your worst subject. Right now, you were doing geometry, or trying to. It didnt make sense to you at all, the calculation part at least, drawing was easy to you. But without getting the missing length there’s no way to get this triangle to look right. At this point you were ready to cry, but had to keep it together for your own sake. For now.

13:47 pm

“Before the lesson ends I want somebody to do the excecise upfront real quick....”He started looking through the class room to find someone to do the exercise, and of course he picked you. Lucky me.

How do you tell this meance of a man now that you’re too dumb to calculate this?

“Y/N come up front to the tablet, please” He pointed at you with the big board ruler. Well it’s now or embarassement for the rest of the school year. Your hesitation was adorable to him, it made you seem so submissve. His shy girl.

“Actually, Professor, I uh...I didn’t do it. I don’t...really understand the topic...” You trail off, pulling your shoulders in to hide in shame.

„S’not good.” He says in his disapoinnted voice, letting his shoulders slack „Why didn’t you say anything?” Unsure yourself you just shrugged, dismissivly and then...

riiing riiing

Saved by the bell, like everyone else you start packing your things ready to go home and enjoy your weekend. Weirdly enough, Mr. Strenger

„Y/n, I need you to stay behind, please.” The entire room let loose collective „ooh”s. You started getting nervous, what could he need now from you? Does he want to scold you for being an idiot? 

Once everyone left he closed the door, returning to his old seat.

„Please, take a chair, sit there. I just wanna talk” He gestures towards the empty space infront of the teacher table, continuing to scibble in his notebook. You take the closest chair and sit on it, nervously fiddeling with your hands.

„No need to be nervous, I just wanna try and help. Tell me what did you not understand?”

„I just can‘t remember the formula, that‘s all. No big deal I‘ll just learn it when i get home.“ He nods understandingly, a low hum escaping his throat.

„How about we try something new, something different.“ He closes his notebook and puts his pen back into his pencil case, zipping it closed. „Something that will help you remember, I‘m sure.“

He slowly puts his things into his bag and stands up, shoving everything that isn‘t his to his right on the table. He goes around the table and stands right behind me, I feel him out his hands on the chair and suddenly there‘s a strong pull that almost has me falling of off my chair.

„Stand up.“ He demands into my ear. He‘s so close. So close you can feel his breath on your cheek and ear, causing goosebumps to rise on your entire body.

You oblige and stand up on shaking legs, he takes a step back and hands you a piece of chalk. You give him a confused look.

„Look, I‘m going to ask you a few questions regarding our topic at the moment. You don‘t have to get them right, if you don‘t though, we‘ll do a little exercise to help you remember. Alright?“ You give him a small nod, avoiding eye contact.

„I asked if it‘s alright.“ He repeats in a very demanding tone.

„Yes, professor, it‘s alright.“ You say the loudest you can which still comes out a little squeaky due to the fear you‘re feeling.

„Good girl.“ He gives you a gentle smile.

You stand in front of the board and wait for his instructions. Soon you‘re solving exercise after exercise with ease, until you get to a formula.

„Uuum…fuck…stupid formula.“ You whisper to yourself trying your hardest to remember the damn formula, but it just wouldn‘t click in your brain.

„Having trouble?“ You hear your teacher ask, again remembering that he‘s here. He‘s here. You quickly turn to look at him.

„No…I know this one…just one second.“ You turn back to the board in lightning speed trying to think of the formula. Fuck, it was going so well. You feel tears starting to swell in your eyes.

„Y/N, please don‘t stress yourself for not knowing it. I told you, I‘ll help you remember.“ He reassures, which helps because you turn around to look at him not even trying to hide the tears in your eyes.

„It‘s okay, no need to cry.“ He steps closer to you, standing right in front of you making you look up to see his face.

„I‘ll need you to trust me here.“ He whispers while wiping the tears of off your cheeks. „Really trust me. If you have any bit if doubt leave now.“ The look in his eyes is telling you how serious is right now, making you fear him a bit more. But the tension, oh the sweet, sweet tension. It‘s pulling you closer to him and making you want to submit yourself to him like a doll. To please him is all you can think about.

„I trust you.“ You give him a nod and wipe the remaining tears from your eyes. „I want to learn and remember.“ You stand up straight before him, like you‘re a soldier who is about to go to war.

„Good girl.“

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ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ sᴘʀɪɴᴋʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇᴀʀs

Hand in hand, he was leading her upstairs looking for a free room to spend their night in. Occasionally they'd share a short kiss, giggling at their drunk state. Izzy doesn't know what it is but something in them wanted this for a long time, something has been wanting him for a long time. But she kept suppressing that feeling, never letting her guard down and always having a safe wall up when Mattheo was around. That was until they decided that the drinks he kept ordering them weren't that bad and he was just trying to be nice.

Nice at getting in their head.

Mattheo's goal isn't fucking Izzy, not at all. All he wants is for her to fall back in love again. He needed her more than she knew. And if the only way for them to love him again was through their pussy, then so be it.

Izzy on the other hand has already moved on. Already found someone else she'd want in this moment, this position. But since they couldn't have him they'd have to settle with Mattheo. Or at least try.

The second he finds an empty room, he pulls her inside slamming her body on the door, shutting it tight and kissing her sloppily. His right hand  went up to cup their cheek while his left one locked the door. Izzy brings their hands up, gripping his dark hair making him moan into the kiss. She'd be lying if she said this didn't turn her on. And even with all the alcohol in their blood and arousal between their legs, it still  felt wrong. It felt wrong to do this with him. It felt like they were throwing away years of progress of moving on. But tonight should be about them enjoying their youth.

He pulls away, both gasping for air, giving her a warm smile. „I've waited so long for this, malishka" he peeks her lips.

„So damn long." Izzy bites their bottom lip, feeling Mattheo's right hand wander up her thigh. Wanting this torturing process to end they kiss him, pushing him back making him stumble to the bed. They both fall onto it, Izzy on top. They keep kissing and touching but never going further.

You see, they wanted each other, badly. Feel their skins colliding, their heart   melting and body trembling. But something was holding them back. That   something was Izzy.

Every  time Mattheo would start touching them in a more sexual way, breaking the kiss to move on with their fun, they'd get back to kissing. Crashing their lips onto his, occasionally pulling away to get some air into  their lungs. But if she really wanted to feel some relief tonight, she'd have to grow up and let it happen.

Mattheo, again, started moving his hands up and down her thighs, every now and then stopping to squeeze their ass making them moan every time. He then moved them around so he was on top, breaking the kiss. He went on to   unbotton Izzy's pants stopping to look at the woman in front of him.

„You sure?" He asked looking Izzy deeply in the eyes. Her breath sped up, this was really happening. They slowly nod their head which makes Mattheo chuckle.

„I need you to say it, printsessa.Words."

„Yes, yes. Go on. I-I give you permission."

„Good  girl" He goes back to undoing her pants, once done he tosses them down  their legs throwing them somewhere behind him. He takes a minute to   admire the pretty girl in front of him. The very girl he has been wanting for years. Finally at his hands, again. There is lust in his eyes, and on other parts.

Izzy on the other hand is having doubts again. Regret, Anxiety, Shame, you name it. They are already so far, there's only so little keeping them from one another.

„So pretty..." She could hear Mattheo whisper as he lowers down between their thighs. This is really happening. He places soft kisses on the inside of their thighs, teasing Izzy.

„I'm going to take these off now" He warns as he slips his fingers in the   waistband of her panties. This was her last straw. She was done.

„Mattheo stop." She sits up and he practically jumps away from her, sitting on the floor now with his hands up in the air.

Izzy was breathing heavily, they felt like they were having a panic attack tears streaming down their face. Mattheo stands up and goes to get their  pants, handing them back before sitting down next to Izzy slowly rubbing their back, in a comforting way. She gets dressed again as they  sit in silence with her uncontrollably crying.

„I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have- I-" Izzy quickly stands up and runs outside. Not bothering to look for her friends, thinking they'd call her a slut for even giving in in the first place. For letting herself go knowing what might happens.

Izzy runs outside the backdoor. She sits down on the stairs of the house's back porch, happy that no one is here. The view was calming, a white fence with the beach and ocean in the background. There they could see some people walking around or laying on the beach. She didn't know she was crying until she felt her tears hit her hand, making her look down.

„Should've brought a jacket..." Izzy whispers, slightly shaking at the cold   breeze. She clams her hands around herself trying to create some kind of warmth. They lean on one of the porche's collums, crying.

So stupid.

So naive.

So slutty.

Harsh words repeat in their head, keeping the tears rolling. Izzy doesn't know how long she's been sitting there, crying, bullying themselves and watching the beach in front of them play out like a movie. When she   hears the back door close she flinches hard, wiping her tears away and sitting up straight. So natural, you bimbo.

„Woah, didn't mean to scare you, love" the familiar, british accent echoes thru Izzy's ears making them shiver. Next thing she knows, Leander is sitting next to her on the stairs, smoking a cigarette. They slowly turn  their head to look at him, his gaze locked on the pretty landscape. Though no landscape was prettier to him than her, yet how could he even admit that? It's not like he knew anything about her, nor did he want her to.

„It's cold, here" He says harshly, putting his cigarette between his lips and  quickly ridding himself off his denim jacket. He practically throws it onto Izzy's lap making her gasp, she looks at him in disbelief.

„Can't have you dying from hypothermia." He takes the cigarette out releasing a big cloud of smoke. The girl quickly takes the jacket and puts it on, snuggling into it to warm up.

„thank you." She whispers leaning back onto the collum.

„No  problem, darling." Leander says while keeping his gaze on the beautiful  night sky. He soon finishes his cigarette and throws the burned bud onto the sand, he then stands up. He puts himself in front of the  brunette, getting down on their level.

„Come on, I'll drive you home. We can leave through the backyard." They raise  their head looking weak and confused at the man in front.

„I can see you're not in the mood, let's go."

„I don't have a key." Izzy groans leaning back onto the collum, thinking Leander will leave them there.

„Then  you're coming to my place. Come on, love, I really can't leave you here. Not in this state of mind." He reaches his hand out for them to take, which they do. Normally, Izzy's radar would go red right now, a person she's talked to twice in one week wants to drive her to their place which is who knows where. But right now, she's hoping it's as far away as possible. Hoping that Leander is secretly a kidnapper and came straight for her. Stockholm Syndrom sounds kinda cool.

As they approach his car, he tells her that she should probably tell her friends where she is so they don't worry. Right now, she's even scared of them and decides that it's gonna be fine.

I'll be home early, they won't even notice.

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With a pounding headache Izzy wakes up, stretching in her bed and cuddling into the comfortable and soft sheets, but wait. This isn’t her bed, neither is it one of her friend’s.

Where am I? What time is it? What day even?? she thinks to herself hastly jumping off the bed. She looks to her left where she finds an alarm clock sitting on the bedside table.

10:44

She groans before sliding back into bed, pulling the sheets, along with her shirt up to her nose. It all smells so nice and fresh and manly. She furrows her eyebrows.

This shirt…it‘s too long to be mine from yesterday, she thinks to herself.

„WHO’S SHIRT IS THIS?” She exclaimes loudly after noticing that she’s only wearing an oversized Iron Maiden shirt and her underwear. Further processing the situation she realises that her outfit from the partyis not around. Wait, the party.

Izzy lets out a loud sigh and plops back down onto the bed. All the memories from night before coming back. The drinks, Mattheo, more drinks, the kissing, the touching, the-

„Hey, are you alright? I heard you shout.” Leander speaks from the other side of the closed door. Now she remembers, he took her to his place after he found her on the backporch stairs. That still doesn’t explain where her clothes are...

“I’m fine, you can come in...” He slowly opens the door, pooking his head through.

“Are you sure? Need something? Food? Aspirin?” He asks not believing her blant lie.

“I’d need my phone...and could you drive me to campus, please?” She rubs her eyes tiredly with one hand, while the other pulls the shirt more over her thighs.

“Your phone is charging on the bedside table, and sure just tell me when you’re ready.” He gives her a warm smile and quietly exists the room. After the door falls into the lock Izzy gets up from her spot on the bed and goes to her phone.

“Oh my fuck.” She whispers looking at all the missed calls and messages from friends and family. “Fuck me.” She throws herself back onto the bed and scrolls through some messages before dialing her roommates number.

“Well, look who’s alive.” She immediatly picks up.

“How come you‘re awake.” Izzy laughs into the reciever, streching on the bed.

“I am worries sick for my best friend and roommate who isn’t answering her phone, after leaving the party early with some dude no one knows leaving everyone worried.” Mary answers, the annoyance in her tone making Izzy want to smash their head into a wall.

„You can call yourself lucky we waited and didn‘t call your dads yet.“ She scolds making Izzy feels worse about the situation.

„I know, I know, I‘m sorry. I- Some things happened and I just wanted to leave and Leander offered me a ride but I didn‘t have my keys-“

„LEANDER?“ Mary shouts into the phone making Izzy wince at the sudden volume increase. Izzy rolls her eyes but before she could answer there was a knock on the door.

„Izzy, did you call me? Is everything alright?“ Leander asks, he must‘ve heard that insane woman shout, Izzy thinks before shouting a quick no.

„You know what let‘s finish this when i get back, I need to get ready.“ Izzy hung up the phone after saying their goodbyes, groaning audibly into the room before opening the door.

There she saw a big open, modern living room that had a beautiful arch that connected the kitchen to it. Right in front of her was a big white dining table where she found Leander sitting and drinking coffee, but not alone.

„Izzy, this is my close friend from work, Niko. Niko, this is….Izzy.“ Leander gives both an awkward glance before disappearing into the kitchen. Niko just laughs it off, offering Izzy a hand to shake.

„It‘s nice to meet you Izzy.“ He stretches his hand out  for Izzy to take but she stands there frozen. He‘s so pretty, she thinks, giving him big, adoring eyes. Her heart rate increases as she more and more realises what is happening right now.

He‘s waiting, Izzy. Take his damn hand.

„Omg, I‘m so sorry.“ She rapidly blinks a few times and takes his hand to shake it. As she tried taking her hand back he starts pulling her towards him causing her to trip forward and lean onto the table. He tales her hand to his mouth and gives the back of her hand a small kiss.

„Did you know that the hand-kiss originated in Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth and the spanish courts? It was later exchanged for the cheek-kiss and handshake which I think is a shame because those feel less respectful and less personal…“ He slowly lets go of Izzy‘s hand, leaving her flabbergasted when Leander comes back inside with plates full of food with him.

„Alright, friends. Let‘s eat.“ Leander chimes before digging into his own plate. Izzy, gives Niko a quick, curious glance, still in disbelief of the situation just now, who gives her a wink and smile in return.

The breakfast continues in mostly silence, besides when Leander and Niko aren‘t having their random history fact talk.

„So you two…“ Niko begins picking on the food in his plate. Leander looks between Izzy and his friend nervously, not knowing where he could be going with this.

„What about us?“ He asks his colleague with a confused face, laying his cutlery down besides his plate.

„Well, Lee, my good friend you tell me she is one of the girls you have in your lectures then suddenly she‘s standing in your apartment after a party in nothing but your shirt. Oh, and did I mention that she came out of your bedroom?“ He suspiciously eyes his friend who looks at him with wide eyes.

„We didn‘t- I- No- I-I slept on the couch. Jesus, I slept on the couch and she slept in my bed and she just took the shirt from a chair when she got here yesterday. She changed herself.“ Leander explains, panic obvious in his voice, Izzy just looks at both of them with pleasing eyes.

„I‘ll go get ready…“ Izzy excuses herself from the table and quickly runs back into the bedroom she came from.

Leander lets out a big sigh, his head falling into his hands. „Was that really necessary?“ He asks Niko.

„Look I get it, she‘s pretty and all that but she is still sort of your student. You really shouldn‘t play this game if you really want to keep your job.“ He lectures Leander who just nods his head understandingly.

„I know, again nothing happened I just wanted to help, she looked so heartbroken and I couldn‘t leave her there to rot.“ The blond tries explaining himself again feeling Niko‘s hand on his shoulder.

„Yeah, but let‘s also not forget why you‘re really there, Lee. This job is the only way to get to him, don‘t fuck this up. I can‘t help you if we have no way in.“ Niko reminds Leander who just looks at him.

„You‘re right. No more distractions.“ Then they hear the bedroom door open again and Izzy walks out in her outfit from yesterday. She feels both their gazes on her, both of their big heart eyes.

„I‘d be good to go now.“ She tells Leander who just nods and stand up himself. He offers Niko a ride who politely declines, explaining that he has to be somewhere close by soon. They all say their goodbyes and as Leander closes the passenger seat door, after Izzy got in, Niko tales him by the shoulder again.

„Remember, Lee, you need the boy don‘t make the girl part of this.“ Leander gives him a confused look before Niko walks off into the opposite direction of where the other two are going. The blond just stands there confused before remembering that he has to drive Izzy.

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"Okay, all patched up. Can you move your knees?", the nurse asks, making me look down at my in bandages covered knees. I dangle them a bit then look up at her. She gives me an approving nod and I hop off the examination table.

"If you feel any pain, take some painkillers, okay? If you don't have any you can  just come back to me. Also, the bandages need to be changed twice a day", the nurse informs me and gives me a piece of paper, an excuse-slip, and smiles at me. I smile back and thank her before leaving. Outside I fish my phone out of my bag, when I see a familiar pair of shoes on the floor. I look up to see Leander, he actually waited for me.

"Are you alright, love? How are your knees?" He asks, looking down at me. Oh the things I'd do to have him look at me from this angle daily...

"You alright?", he repeats and puts his hand on my shoulder, pulling me out of my thoughts. Oh boy was his grip strong.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm fine, it doesn't really hurt anymore. Thank you for coming with me, I really appreciate it" I give him a smile, trying to cut the conversation short. Why do I feel so intimidated and small in his presence...?

"You're welcome, darling. Do you want me to walk you to your dorm?", he offers.

"No, it's alright. It's not that far away. Thank you though. See you tomorrow, I guess" I wave at him, not waiting for an answer and quickly walking toward my dorm.

Hopefully Mary saw my messages because I did not bring my keys.

"Sooo  when's the wedding?" My roommate teased me after I told her what had   happened in the last hour. Honestly, it felt like this happened in the course of a week.

"Very  funny. He's basically a teacher!" I said standing up and going to my   closet. Ugh, I need to find a good outfit for tonight's party. I should wear something that covers my knees though.

"Do you maybe have something that covers my knees but doesn't make me look like a grandma?" I ask Mary across our dorm, knowing she's already on her bed watching TV.

„Uuuh, don't you have that purple cowgirl set?" She responds, oh yeah I do. I shout a quick thanks and go on to search it.

„Just please, leave the hat home" She pleads making me chuckle, of course I wasn't going to take the stupid hat.

As Rachel, Mary and I walk into the huge house, where the party is happening, I can't help myself but widen my eyes. Such a beautiful mansion, getting destroyed by drunk college kids. In there we try our best to find Freddy and Soup, who got here like half an hour ago, which seems impossible. On our search, we kind of lost Rachel to one of her friends from her law course. After maybe 10 minutes Mary and I sit down at one of the, probably 20, bars.

"Man, why is this house so huge?" My friend asks making me shrug my shoulders.

"I  wonder how anyone can afford this shit." She returns a giggle while looking at the menu. Yes, they have a whole fucking menu.

"Yo, you want a whole, entire lamb for dinner?" She asked me showing it to me on the menu, I take it thinking she is joking.

"What the fuck?" I laugh, handing it back.

"What drink do you want?" Mary asks me as I look at her.

"I don't know, what do they have?"

"They have lots and lots of things, Izzy. But nothing you desire right now, I think. " She smiles, she's so funny. Just then I catch her looking at the crowd of people as if she was searching someone.

„Looking for someone?" I get her attention smiling at her surprised face. „Are you in love, Mary?" I said teasingly putting emphasis on the word „love". She gives me a sarcastic smile and fake laughs a bit.

„No, Izzy. I'm looking for my brother. I told him I'd be here" She says in a  tone that makes it sound like the most obvious thing. I wonder who he is and if I'll ever meet him.

„His boxing practice got cancelled today, so I asked him if he wanted to join." She explains more still looking around, hoping to see his familiar face.

„Well, what does he look like? Maybe I can help?"

„No it's okay, I can just-" She turns around to look at me. „Would you mind  staying alone for a bit? You know so I can go check if he's here" I giggle and nod my head.

„I wouldn't mind, go ahead. I can take care of myself." She gives me a warm smile and a hug before running off. Leaving me alone at the bar, ready to empty it all.

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I spend maybe 20 minutes here, ordering drinks for myself watching not to over do it. I can feel myself getting a lil dazed, making me stop even looking at the bar. Maybe next time I'll empty it out.

„Hello pretty printsessa" I hear a familiar voice making me turn my head in his direction, only to be faced with Mattheo placing himself next to me on a barstool.

„Hey Mattheo." I say trying to avoid eye contact. Those damn eyes making my knees weak with all the memories they hold. He lets out a loud „tsk" sound at my actions.

„How  rude of you" He takes my chin between his thumb and pointer finger   pulling my chin up to look at him. „Did you dads not teach you to look people in the eye when you're talking to them?" He has his infamous smirk on his lips. God, he knows what he's doing.

I look at him dumbfounding with my mouth slightly agape, scanning his face. Christ. I realise what's happening and shake my head put of his grip. I'm letting myself go. Fuck the alcohol, I'm never having fun again.

„Okay, sorry. I didn't mean to make you all flustered and uncomfortable." He leans back onto the bar, manspreading. I nod, turning my head to the crowd, a little something in me wanted one of my friends to appear and save me. But the tingling in my stomach wanted them to stay away as long as possible.

„What drink do you want?" He asks, at first I don't respond too caught up in   my thoughts. But then he puts his hand on my back making me sit up straight with a quiet gasp.

„Calm down, malishka. I just ask what drink you want? Is my touch making you  this excited" I turn around to him and roll my eyes at Mattheo. To which he only responds with a laugh.

„I don't know, you choose." I say, rather quietly but still in his hearing range, hopefully he'll just accept it.

„Sure" He turns around and orders for us. This is gonna be a long night. But thankfully it isn't awkward between us. We aren't looking like a broken up couple but more like an active couple. A couple out to enjoy their night. To have some fun. To show one another some love.

„Round one, on me." He turns back to you with your drinks, handing you one.   „Cheers, printsessa" He laughs as we clash our glasses together. The taste letting me know it's just simple beer.

After many more drinks I was starting to feel a little dazed and Mattheo was starting to look really hot. Making me really  horny. I was trying to listen to him talk about some tattoo ideas he had or some shit. I'm more so concentrating on his lips and the way they  move, wondering if they'd move the same way on my body. Fuck, stop. You can't do this, not with him. You told yourself. But you want to so bad. Another voice in my head would chime in.

He eventually catches up to my distracted gaze, smirking.

„Did the alcohol make you horny, malishka" Am I hallucinating or is this really happening? Did he really just ask me that?

„Do you want me to take you upstairs and make you feel good, hm?" Mattheo teases, knowing my body better than I do it was clear this is going to go very wrong.

„Baby, I asked you a question." He warns and I just look at him dumbfounded, again. He is too good at this game, fuck my wall I'm letting him break it down. Scratch that, I'm doing it myself

„Yes, please."

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"Are you really not lying to me?" She questioned him for the 30th time in 10  minutes. They were supposed to leave, for a party, 15 minutes ago. He walks up behing her putting his arms around her waist as they both looked  inot the mirror on Izzy's door. Mattheo kissed her neck.

"Why would I lie to you? When I say you're beautiful then I mean it." He   conutinued peppering kisses on her neck. "Do you need me to prove it to you, malishka?" He whispered in Izzy's ear watching her bite her lip at the comment.

"No, I'll be fine...besides we're already late..." They turned around in his  arms and grabbed his face plating a loving kiss on his lips. "You look  like a little princess. You're so cute." She hid her face in his chest  making him chuckle.

"What? Don't you like it when I call you my little princess" He looked down at  her with a big smile, moving some loose strands of hair behind their  ears.

"Printessa." Mattheo whispered, his strong russian accent made it sound hotter than Izzy thought possible. They, again, hid their face in his chest.

"You like that?" He asked  laughing at Izzy violently nodding. After a while they decided to leave  for the party. Izzy couldn't get the nickname out of their head, they  really hoped he'd keep it.

"And then she gasped like really loud and everyone was looking at us - or her - but anyway-" Soup continues telling the story that just occured in their journalism course. Soup, Rachel, Freddy, Mary and Izzy are all   sitting outside for lunch at the school's front benches. Three of them, Izzy, Soup and Mary, are sitting on a bench and the remaining two, Freddy and Rachel, came later and have to settle on the concrete floor.

"And then, omg, you won't believe what Elijah said-"

"How about we go to a party today?" Freddy cuts Soup off, picking around in his salad. The group is quiet for a minute.

"It's monday, we have school tomorrow. Some of us early in the morning." Izzy says looking confused around the group.

"I gotta agree with Izzy." Rachel chimes in. "I have some maths exams comin' up and I don't wanna fail those." She reasons taking a big bite out of their sandwhich. Freddy rolls his eyes and continues eating his salad.

"I don't know...Sounds kinda fun to me" Soup says shrugging their shoulders. Mary nods, agreeing with Soup.

"See? They think my idea is great! And if I have to I'll help you study afterwards." Freddy reasons looking at Rachel and Izzy who exchange glaces. Izzy knows Rachel will give in, she always does.

"Come on, Iz. We're young and full of energy. Let's just try." Soup places an assuring hand on their friend's knee. Though they still looked unsure about their decision, Izzy can see the curiosity in their friend's brown eyes. Rachel never was the type of person do go on parties and enjoy the little things in life, not with all the pressure put on him. After they failed their big exams last year, Rachel has been putting herself into study-mode 24/7. It's a surprise to her friends she's not studying irght now.

"You know what? I have to go now meet some friends, you text me if you're going or no-"

"You know what? Fuck it, I'll go too."

"Okay sweet" And just like that, Freddy was gone. On his way he couldn't stop smiling. If only his friends knew that a boy was the reason he wanted  to attend this party so badly, they'd call him insane. Or at least  that's what he thought...That's what mom and dad would say, that's what mom and dad taught me to say. Even though his friends are part of the LGBT community, he's still scared of their reaction to the news, to him. He knows his parents would hate him, disown him, maybe even kill him he fears. But oh, if he knew that his friends were very aware of his state of mind, to them he was the stereotypical gay man.

"I have to go too, I promised my brother I'd bring him lunch." Mary excuses herself before packing away her lunch and walking away with a small wave in our direction, followed by audibly bye's from her friends. So now it was only Soup, Rachel and Izzy.

"You were saying?" Rachel turns to Soup, expecting them to carry on with their story about Elijah. Soup catches onto that.

"Okay so about Elijah-" They begin but get cut off again.

"Hello malishka, her friends" Mattheo appears out of nowhere, as Izzy would describe it, bowing down dramatically when greeting them. Izzy's heart starts beating a tad faster than before, I don't love him anymore why do I keep blushing? He's been a god damn tease all week, that's why. Their thoughts answer.

"Izzy, you okay?" His infamous accent rings through her ears, making her quickly nod her head. She swallows the lump in her throat before speaking up. "Yeah, am good." with a small chuckle she digs back into her sandwich. Stupid. It's a good fucking sandwhich though.

"You seem so sleep deprived? You sure you sleep enough?" He insists leaving Izzy and their friends very confused. What the fuck does he mean? Soup leans over to look at Izzy, curiosity getting the better of them.

"She looks fine to me, could be concealer though." Just like that they're back in their own world with a shrug. Rachel rolls his eyes and givs Soup a light shove, followed by a glare. Just shush now, is what he wants to tell his friend but they seem to get it anyway.

"You know if you ever need a bed to rest in, mine's free anytime. Just know that guests sleep naked." He finishes off with a wink, that was Izzy's last straw. She quickly packs her things and stands up.

"I'm gonna go now, need some...fresher air" They quickly stride away closing their eyes in frustration. Fresher air?? They think as they keep walking, not really looking. When they open their eyes again it's already too late. Suddenly she's kneeling on the concrete with a sharp pain in her knees. I must've fallen down the stairs, which she finds behind her. She slowly stands up and carefully brushes the dust off of her knees, no need for tights my ass, and then quickly looks around after remembering that she practically ran into someone. They quickly recognise the person as Leander Edwards. Might as well die here.

"For fucks sake" They whisper before going over to him and helping him fix his suit. Help him take it off, that'd be more like it. "I'm so sorry sir." She tried her best to dust it off.

"It's alright, love. What about your knees? This pathement isn't the softest" He slightly bends down to get a better look. If he goes on like this he could reach other places as well... Taking her knee in his strong grip

"Let me bring you to the nurse, how's that?" He offers

"Oh no, it's alright, I-I mean I uh I ran into you" Izzy reasons which makes him chuckle. cute, he thinks. "It's alright, darling. I really don't mind and besides, I'm partially at fault as well. Now I need to make sure you won't die from that." His adorable british accent in combination with the sweet and trustworthy words makes Izzy melt, forgetting where she's standing.

"That okay?" He asks, another short break.

"Yeah, okay." They sign in defeat before leading the way to the nurse's office.

Damn you random, tiny stones!

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ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ sᴛʀᴀᴡʙᴇʀʀɪᴇs ʙᴏᴏᴛʜ

„Come on, malishka. You can't just spend your weekend curled up in your   room." Mattheo pleaded as he sat down on the edge of Izzy's bed. She was  crying. He sighed moving closer to his girlfriend.

„What's wrong? You haven't told me yet" He carefully stroked her back as he   laid down behind her, putting his hands on her waist. Whispering comforting words and quiet shushes. Izzy didn't want to tell him what they were sad about. Stupid, that's what she called her reason.

They were homesick. Missing their dads and younger brother.

She didn't want to bother him with her family, knowing he's still not over  the death of his late brother. It's been years since he died but Mattheo never really got over it.

„Please talk to me" His strong russian accent rang through Izzy's ears,   silencing their low sobs. For a few minutes the only sound in the room were Izzy's sniffles.

„It's stupid" they whispered. Melting into Mattheo's touch on their waist.

„Hm?" Mattheo hummed continuing his movement on her waist.

„My reason. It's stupid." She sniffled again

„Oh malishka." He hugged her tightly, pulling her closer if even possible. „Why would it be stupid?" he kisses their cheek.

„I'm homesick."

„aw."  He gave his girlfriend's cheek a kiss. „It's not stupid, it's actually  kinda cute" She  felt his cheeky smile on her neck as he started  peppering kisses all over it.

„I don't want you to be sad anymore. What can I do to make you happy? You  know, besides just exist." They both laughed in sync as she turned to him. He took this as a sign to wipe away the rest their tears.

„I want..." They looked over his face with their lips pressed thin into a  smile. „Chocolate covered strawberries." Mattheo raised an eyebrow at Izzy.

„That's all?"

„You sound disappointed"

„No, no, I'm not...just hoped you'd I don't know...let me eat you out or   something? You know, happy head?" His attempt to try and stay serious failed miserably as he immediately started laughing after. Izzy received  a kiss before Mattheo stood up.

„I'll be right back with your strawberries." And just like that, Izzy is alone thinking about how much she loves Mattheo. And chocolate covered strawberries.

The loud beeping noise of her alarm wakes Izzy up in an instant. It was a goodbye gift from her dads when she left for college. Like she doesn't visit them ever second weekend they think every time they see the modern, grey alarm clock on their nightstand.

She swoops her legs off the bed tidying it up before making her way into the bathroom attached to their dorm's kitchen. On their way they can see  their roommate Mary still sleeping like a rock. Lucky her Izzy thinks. Never having to wake up early for classes.

Izzy  enters the small bathroom standing in front of the sink. Starting their  routine like always. Afterwards going to their closet to pick out an  outfit for the day. It's pretty sunny, I'll survive without too many layers. So they grab a pleaded skirt and turtle neck with no sleeves. Along with some funky socks, jewellery and her favourite doc Marten's, finishing their outfit. She grabs her bag and goes back into the   kitchen  and decides on a snack bar she found in the back of their sweets box. Good enough she told herself. But there is a reason she doesn't want to eat too much.

You see, her college was preparing for big events at the moment. Sport's finales, graduations, prom and the big summer break. This must be Izzy's favourite school season. Why? Simply because they start selling treats outside every school building. Even their comfort food. So when  she arrives at her favourite one, the chocolate covered strawberries booth, she really felt like a toddler on Christmas.

„Excuse me?" An unfamiliar, british accent catches the girl's attention. They   don't expect the person in front of them to be there. He is so close and so pretty. She surely is at loss of words.

„I'm looking for class 2-2, do you know where I can find it?" He occasionally looks at a barely alive looking piece of paper. Short glances towards the paper keep his attention off of the frozen girl. She can't help herself but stare at his beautiful face. The way his eyebrows knit as he tried to figure out if he read the notes correctly. His plum lips pressing into a thin line in concentration. And boy, his hair. Izzy slowly shakes their head to come back to this planet before answering.

„Yeah, that's -uh - that's my class." They clear their throat, not knowing when and how it dried up so quick. The mysterious man nods his head with a warm smile. „Just follow me" Izzy offers in a more question like tone rather than a statement. Intimidated, that's how she feels.

„Thank you, love. Lead the way" With that she brings the her unknown man, who might as well be a serial killer, to the doors of her 9 am lecture.

„This is it." Short and to the point. He gives Izzy another warm smile that makes their insides go warm. He quickly thanks her for her time and help before they both slip into the big room. There Izzy searches for a familiar, colorful head. Soup. They think as they spot a mix of washed out blue hair and some weird shade of orange. Probably expired dye. Izzy giggles at the thought making her way to her friend.

„Good morning, dearest Soup of them all." The brunette greats, leaving their   bag on the gigantic table. Soup pulls their attention off of their phone to look at Izzy sitting there with full enthusiasm.

„Good morning miss blushy cheeks." Soup teases, elbowing Izzy. Damn you, Soup. „Who got you blushing  this early in the morning?"

„What makes you think it's someone?"

„Well it's hard for me to believe that a brick has you all worked up" Maybe if it hit me in the face. they think.

„Well if you really want to-" The brunette's answer is cut short by the school bell and teacher requesting silence. Mr. Jones stood on the podium but today he isn't alone. There is someone standing next to him waiting to be handed over the class. Someone very familiar to Izzy, since they showed him the way here.

„Today with us here, in Journalism, is CEO Leander Edwards. A former student of mine. Who'll tell you all about his experiences with journalists." Everyone applaudes, Izzy now notices how sitting in the first row might not be such an amazing idea. Now that they're sitting right in front of Leander. Oh, Leander, what a pretty name.

"Thank you, Mr. Jones" He gives the teacher a cheeky smile. "Also thank you  all...So let's beginn shall we?" Is all Izzy could hear before they blended his accent and everyone else around them out. Oh, the way his lips move...

"Yo okay?" Soup's whispering voice wakes Izzy up from their daydreaming causing a loud gasp to escape from their mouth. And of course everyone had to look. As they look up to look at their teacher they lock eyes with Leander for a second. A magical second.

"Anything you want to share, Mrs. Laurent?" Her teacher asks putting more   attention on her, and more embarassement. Izzy quickly shakes their head  no as they whisper it. Her teacher realeases a loud hmpf before gesturing for Leander to continue. Just like Izzy, Leander couldn't keep his eyes off of her for the entire rest of the lesson. While Izzy looked at him with sorry eyes, hoping he won't hate her for ruining his lesson he was looking at her with curiosity and love.

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𖤐-------------A DEADLY ROMANCE---------------𖤐

ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟsᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ #ADR

❦ Tʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪʟᴇʀ

❦ ⵊɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs

❦ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ sᴛʀᴀᴡʙᴇʀʀɪᴇs ʙᴏᴏᴛʜ

❦ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ, ᴛɪɴʏ sᴛᴏɴᴇs

❦ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ

❦ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ sᴘʀɪɴᴋʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇᴀʀs

❦ Nᴇᴡ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ

❦ Tʜᴇ ʙᴏss

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My love [EwaxCa**os]

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Summary: Carlos cheats on Ewa and she finds out then she takes revenge (: or Ewa being a badass <3 (I love Ewa)

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Ewa knew marrying Carlos was wrong. Their lifestyles were just too different and with Carlos constantly distancing himself whenever he pleases, Ewa knew it wouldn't last. So as time went by they both started distancing themselves from one another, Carlos would spend most of his time in his office doing "important business, my love. I hope you understand".

Ewa on the other hand would mostly roam around her big, beautiful, fairy like garden. Sometimes he'd also catch her in their home cinema watching movies on her own. Of course he'd feel bad, so caught up in work and missing his wife, yet still prioritizing his job. Only really seeing her during dinner, rarely breakfast or lunch, these being his usual working and meeting hours. Sometimes catching a sight of her when he’s on his office’s balcony or walking from A to B.

She knew he watches her, she can feel his heavy eyes on her while she's grooming her beloved rose bushes or re-watching her favourtie movies or when she's on the phone with her best friend Aemane. She does her best to ignore his stare, to not react. He hates it. He hates that she won't run into his arms anymore whenever he'd leave his office. He hates that she barely tells him about her day or her interests. Does she still love nightly walks through her garden? Does she still enjoy stargazing? Is Aemane still her best friend? He doesn't know, and he blames her. He shouldn't have to ask her about it. She should just tell him about her interests the second they change. How else would he know how to keep her happy?

"Fuck her" he thought as he slowly approches his hook-ups house.

But what did he think? That she won't find out? That the stupid, little hook-up won't brag about it all? That she wouldn't get mad? That she'll think she deserves it since he keeps distancing himself?

"He must think I'm the dumbest woman alive."

That's how they ended up at their dinner table, all dressed up, right after a dinner party of Carlos'. Ewa sat down across from him, watching their servants bring out a special dessert Ewa spent hours working on.

"Looks delicious, my love." He comments looking Ewa in the eyes, hearts in his own. Is making him dessert really all it takes...?

"I hope it tastes good, I haven't had the chance to try it....my love" She takes her glass of wine, raising it to a silent toast. He copies her actions before diving in. Ewa watches from afar, sipping on her glass of red, while he dives into his food. Soon he starts coughing. Ewa can't hep herself but grin and ask "Everything alright, my love?" It comes out in the most innocent tone she can manage. He just nods and reaches for his own glass. "All good, love" He gives her a small smile before drinking up. She just nods, setting down her beverage. She slowly slides out of her chair and walks over to him.

"love..." she shrugs "Did you...did you call her that as well or is that reserved for me?" He freezes, not being able to stop coughing.

"What? Did you think I won't find out?" She can't help the laugh that escapes her lips. "Oh, my love, you're hilarious" She puts her hand on his shoulder. He slowly reaches for his gun, but failes miserably due to his aggressive coughs. Ewa lets out a series of "tsk"'s walking over to the gun and picking it up. "Such a shame, my love." She examines the gun quickly before placing it between his eyebrows. His face turns in fear. "Oh calm down, I won't do it. That'd be such a waste of the good poison I grew. This-" She shakes the gun a bit, to signalize what she’s talking about "-Is purely for the looks and aesthetic"

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☆ Mʏ Lᴏᴠᴇ [EᴡᴀxCᴀ**ᴏs]

☆ A Dᴇᴀᴅʟʏ Rᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

☆ Gᴏᴏᴅ ɢɪʀʟ [SᴛʀᴇɴɢᴇʀxY/N]

☆ ??? [ⵊᴢᴢʏxHᴀʀᴀʟᴅ]

☆ Lovely [] 1 - 2

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