《𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭》|𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐢/𝐑𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧|

ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴜʟᴜᴍ ɪɪɪ: ᴠᴇʀᴜs ᴀᴍᴏʀ ɴᴜʟʟᴜᴍ ɴᴏᴠɪᴛ ʜᴀʙᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴜᴍ.

⚠️ This chapter and the following one will mention some Jean x Marco, not that I've heard of anyone having a problem with it anyway- ⚠️

📜Chapter 3: true love never had any
limit📜

𝑁𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑃𝑂𝑉
I can't even describe how awkward the silence that followed was.
I'll let those two explain, since I can't bare with the cringe that had filled that room.

𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑠 𝑃𝑂𝑉
Oh fuck. Fuck. F-u-c-k. FUCK.

I covered my mouth with my hands, fearing he will do something to me.
He mumbled something in latin and I just stood there, my heart racing and my headache getting worse 'cause I'm trying to understand a language I don't speak.

He then sighed, stood up and took my arm, as in caressing it.

I think I just blushed.
Fuck.

He had took one of his lamps with him, and with that help he took me to the room where the others and I sleep and keep "our" things, that actually aren't our own.

While we were walking I could admire how shorter than me he is, 8 inches or more.
He's got a beautiful black hair, freshly undercut.

He probably doesn't have any cooties, lucky.
Not that I've noticed any other servant here having some, the place's so clean I probably won't have any too.

But I still want to escape.

When we finally got to the room, I slightly smiled at him, it was almost sincere.

He then let go of my arm: under his touch I got goosebumps.

And, as he had completely let go of me, his hand reached my ass.

He slightly touched it.

I almost jumped at that sudden sensation, and I felt like my face was on fire.

He then mumbled something in latin again then quickly left.

Now embarrassed as fuck, still unable to think as my head is pounding so bad, I'm lying on my bed just a few inches away from Jean and Marco, sleeping so close as they're married.

I finally feel my eyes getting heavy, maybe I'll finally sleep.

𝐿𝑒𝑣𝑖'𝑠 𝑃𝑂𝑉

Oh fuck. Fuck. F-u-c-k. FUCK.

What is he gonna think of me?
How am I gonna let him know it was an accident if I can't speak with him?!

I'm brushing my fingers through my hair so violently I'm almost ripping off some of it.

I didn't walk too long that I couldn't stand anymore and I just collapsed against a wall.

I can hear the servants snoring.

I think I've lost my mind for that boy.

The goddess of love is sure a bitch, and a son of a bitch is her son Cupid.
Playing with the mortals' hearts their sick games.

I'm cursed.
Forced to love men all my life and not be able to experience what love feels like.

I'm almost thirty years old, I'm basically dying, and yet I've never kissed anyone, nor I made love.

I wonder what it feels like.
What I know the feeling of, is the pain and the taste of my own blood from the beating my father inflicted me when he caught me alone in a room with another boy.

It's been 15 or so years, and I still clearly remember that sensation.

I must stop thinking about that.