You were fighting with your enemy in a museum, both wanting to steal the same thing. It feels like you have been fighting for hours, your muscles giving up and your heart quickening. Your vision is starting to become blurry and when you are about to stop the heavy fight and take him down in another way, you feel something hit you in the side. That's the last thing you feel before your vision turns black.
You slowly open your eyes, taking in your surrounding. It's still dark, but you are not in the museum anymore. You look down at yourself and see a cloth wrapped around your naked torso. You are laying on a mattress in a dark room with only a lantern to help you. You see a figure walk in the room, making it's way too you and your heart stills. You try to get up and grab your dagger on the table, but he/she quickly grab the dagger pointing the back of it to your chest. "I didn't spend hours of my time making sure you don't bl*ed to de*th just for you to k*ll yourself in a fight you know you will not win", your enemy says with a smirk on his/her face. "Why did you save my life?", you ask, your voice hoarse. "Why not?", he/she says while sitting down on the chair next to you. He/she sighs seeing your expression. No way you believe that sh!t. "I couldn't take the sight of you d*ing, because of me",
"Then why fight me all this time?",
"Because I have to", he/she whispers looking in your eyes. And you know, no matter feelings you or he/she develops, it will never matter. You have a mission, he/she has a mission and nothing can come between that.
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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...
