ANGEL
He infuriated me ever since our first encounter.
I admired his looks and patience he had while holding me hostage. But as the months followed up, our hate towards one another bloomed.
So much, that the ashes inside of me bloomed as well.
LUK...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Being a woman isn't easy.
Jesus Christ why can't men have cramps on their dicks? Maybe they would value us more.
One thing that I never could escape is cramp pains. They're one hard motherfucker to kill.
So here I am, my knees glued to my stomach as I focus on my breathing to ease the pain, my black sweatpants and hoodie making me warm, the hood thrown over my head.
I just feel like hiding and dissappear.
Which I kind of already am, but still...
A knock on my door makes me groan.
Fuck it, if we were under attack my earing is still functional and besides the few talks of Moretti guards outside, I don't hear nothing serious.
Only if I hear torturous screams is that I leave this bed.
"Angel?" I hear his voice as he cautiously opens the bedroom door.
I don't know why, I wouldn't.
"Hm?" I mutter still looking outside of the window. "You're ok?"
God dammit.
Can't he stop making questions that leave me dumbfounded, with no knowledge in how to answer them? Annoying brat!
I'm trying to hate him to my fullest, but asking that shit with worry present on his voice makes it a tad hard.
Fucker.
"Angel?"
"What?" I whine mixed with a groan.
Soon his figure is seating besides me on the corner of the bed, his eyes eyeing me curiously.
Has he never saw?
"You look sick." Lukas murmurs as I roll my eyes. "No shit."
Fucking Sherlock Holmes.
His lips come to touch my forehead making me flinch. Lukas frowns at me.
"What are you doing?"
"Seeing if you're hot."
I smirk. "I am."
His hazel eyes roll in annoyance. "I'm serious."
"So am I." He blinks at me, eyes swimming with annoyance, and I sigh. "It's just cramps."
"Cramps?"
"Yes. Woman have it mensal-"
"I know what it is. But you're pale, that isn't supposed to happen."
"Depends. Some have pain more lightly others no."
"Hm...Laura used to eat soup, I can ask the cookers to do it, if you'd like."
