OC Oneshots✨

2. Malak

A tall man made his way through the crowded streets, hand holding his leather bag, ready for an important meeting as the first step in becoming the head of his father's company.
Yet through the babbling of the surrounding crowd he managed to hear soft sob coming from a small alley makong him stop in his tracks.
His brows furrowed in confusion, cold eyes averting to the alley, spotting a girl or young woman hiding in a cardboard box, dirty and torn clothes covering her fragile frame.

His heart sunk at the pitiful sight, before realizing it his feet already moved on their own as he now towered over her.

"Why are you here?" His cold tone made the girl shriek as she looked up at him with teary eyes, lip quivering, body shaking.

"I-i... Don't have a home anymore..."

His gaze softened as he kneeled down to look at her.

"Where is your family?"

"I only have my mother.. I never met my father.. He left us for another woman.. My mother.. My dear mother is in the hospital... D-dying because I can't pay her bills anymore..."
She cried even more, sobbing uncontrollably yet she tensed and stared at him in surprise as he wrapped his strong arms around her fragile body and held her.

"... You're so cold... You can't just stay here..." He bit his lip, glancing at his watch. "I will bring you somewhere safe. I have something very important to do now so please wait until I come back"

With that he picked her up making her squeak as he carried her to the tall building in which the meeting would be held.

She couldn't do anything but stare at him in awe, his sharp jawline, his beautiful well kept hair, his scent, the way he'd gaze down at her from time to time. She fell in love almost instantly. Her face was gently burried in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent mixed with the cologne he was using.

The corners of his mouth curled into a slight smile at that for a second, he didn't mind that she was dirty or unkept. He enjoyed the way her body fit perfectly in his arms and how she already clung to him.

Upon his arrival he put her in an empty room, ordering one of the secretaries to bring her something hot to drink and offering her food before leaving to quickly attend the meeting, checking one last time that he looked presentable.

Two hours later he left the room, smiling slightly at how well it had gone, happy that he'd made his father proud.
Upon entering the room he was ingulfed in a tight hug.
"What-"
He looked down, seeing the girl looking up at him with big eyes.

"Thank you"

He blinked and proceeded to pat her head gently.

"No need to thank me for basic human decency."
She blushed as he raised his eyebrow, letting go of him and stumbling back.

He chuckled, a low tone that sounded like music in her ears.

"Let's get you cleaned up and then we'll see how we can pay your mother's bills. Okay?"

Her eyes widened, tears threatening to spill

"You don't have to! I'm already indebted to you-"

He shushed her by putting his finger on her lips.
"It's my pleasure to help a poor soul."
A gentle smile was enough to make her blush even more, her hand reaching out to him as he held it gently and picked her up again, carrying her to his father's car and sitting in the back with her.

"Is that the guest you told me about?"
She shuddered at the cold deep tone. The man in the driver's seat scared her. It was unsettling-especially because the man was speaking in a foreign language she didn't recognize.

"Mhm. I will take care of her. There are a few arrangements needed to be made"

"Alright"

"Who is he? And what are you speaking?" she murmured to her saviour, curiosity lacing her dark eyes

"He's my father. Greek." his replies were short and seemed cold but she didn't shy away, her eyes sparkled with interest.

"Should I call you Mr. Greek then?" she flashed him a teasing grin, giving him the hunch that she was actually a more outgoing and teasing type of person, causing him to smirk slightly as he crossed his legs and arms, leaning back a bit.

"Malak is fine"