Pragma

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Mr. Gold had spent the last couple of hours drawing a portrait of you sleeping. He was pretty good at drawing; he must've done it before.

"Holy shit" your jaw dropped to the floor; you were shocked at his hidden talent.

"You are insanely good at drawing, you know that?" you were taken aback by his skills.

"Thank you" he was one big smile; he even blushed a bit. It was clear to see that he was very humble about his skills, but nonetheless very proud of his drawing.

"And you've been drawing for how long?" you asked shockingly, looking up at him.

"I used to draw in my notebooks in school, so for a long time" he chuckled.

"You're very talented, sir" you gave him a big smile.

"Thank you, princess. Shall we head down?" he asked and stood up.

"Yes, but can I keep the drawing?" you stood up as well.

"Sure" he said and ripped the page out of the notebook and handed it to you.

"Thank you" you accepted the drawing and gave him a little hug.

"Let's go" he grabbed your hand and lead you to his bedroom.

"Uhh what are we doing here?" you asked confused.

"We're dropping off the notebook, the pencil and my glasses" he put everything on his desk, except for his notebook. He hid it in his bedside drawer underneath some papers.

"Now we can go" he said and walked out of the room with you. You passed your room, but you stopped and walked back.

"What now?" Mr. Gold asked, looking at you.

"I don't want to lose the drawing; I want to keep it safe" you went into your room and put it in your own bedside table. Mr. Gold walked into your room and looked around.

"I like your room even though you still haven't gotten the furniture from your old apartment" he said and sat down on your bed. Betty jumped up in his lap, expecting to be petted by him.

"Thank you" you stood up and look at him.

"And I like you in my hoodie" he winked, leaning back on his elbows.

"Perhaps I could get another shirt of yours if you like it so much" you smirked. He gave you a lustful look and smirked before taking off his sweater, leaving him with messy hair. He was wearing a white t-shirt underneath, but when he took off the sweater you got a glimpse of his stunning stomach.

Lord have mercy he's hot. His stomach was lean, but a bit chiselled with defined abs, and you saw his waistband. He was wearing Calvin Klein. The boy's got style, damn it's hot.

"Here you go, princess" he handed you the sweater.

"Thank you, prince charming" you blushed, and looked away from his stomach. He winked at you and stood up and ran a hand through his messy hair. You took off his hoodie and put on his sweater.

"Much better" you commented before leaving your room. Mr. Gold took your hand and showed you the way to the prep-room. When you arrived, he let go of your hand and moved a bit away from you. All the other agents were already down here, looking for the correct tactical gear to wear.

"Alright listen up agents. Go put on the gear and find a weapon that you're skilled at. A weapon you know how to use. You also have to bring two grenades each – these are located in the boxes in the room to the left. Take the grenades one person at a time, I don't want to lose all of you if it explodes. Tina, Maya, and Skye help y/n with the gear – she'll bring an assault rifle, and I'll find her a set of knives to bring as well. You have 10 minutes" Mr. Gold's voice boomed with authority.