having a sword training with your worst enemy. You are starting to get tired, your group doesn't get trained the way their group does. They slap your sword away and put the tip of their sword under your chin. "Giving up already, my love?", they say breathing heavy, a stupid smirk plastered on their face. You stare in their eyes while grabbing the tip of their sword slowly. They frown, put they don't stop you nor look away. You push the sword away from your body so that the tip is pointing to noting and then slowly take a step closer to them. You can hear their heart going crazy and you can see their body stilling. You look up through your lashes giving them a quick wink before pulling the sword out of their hand, quickly turning it and putting it under their chin. "Giving up already, my love?
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Roman d'amour•Everything I post is written by me so It is not allowed to use my work in any way or form! If you aren't sure about something, always ask me! This story will be full with imagines/one-shots (all written by me). Fantasy and contemporary and obvious...
