His POV
My room, my safe place. It is boring, big, and dull. As much as I love my room, I want to throw up after I have been in it for to long. But if I go anywhere else in this place I call home; I am met with my father. The man I am meant to become. God I couldn't think of anything worse.
My father. Where do I start? Well, I mean he.... I guess he um.... Oh, I don't know but the main thing is he's a leader. A good one in the sense he leads his employees well (I don't know whether they can class as employees but oh well), but he is not good as he does in fact run a mafia as well as many other illegal businesses which I would rather not name.
A knock on my door pulls me out of my thoughts.
'Yes, come in.' My father walks in. Oh, the urge I'm fighting to not roll my eyes is intense. 'What do you want?' I would rather him not answer my question and leave but we cannot all have what we want.
'I have her.' He states a proud smirk tugging on the sides of his mouth.
'No. I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE HER!' I knew exactly who he was on about. Adora. My sworn enemy ever since I met her at a gala when I was, well 7 but that doesn't matter she is still my enemy. I hate her more than anything, but I feel this odd feeling to protect her. As after all she is MY enemy.
Again I am sorry this is short but they will get longer as the story goes on I just need to get there first :/
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Romanceboy meets girl, but not in the typical lovey dovey way. no, these two would rather die than love each other; or would they
