"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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The college day went fine. I made new friends, Rina and I visited the cafeteria and bought two large croissants, the teachers seem great, too.
Now, I'm at the restaurant, surrounded on all sides.
"Idiot. Fucking idiot" Felix yells at me and I cover my ears. "Why the fuck did you climb into the trunk knowing how dangerous it is? Do you have a kink for getting yourself killed?"
He's so loud. All I did was have some fun, but Bianca and Felix keep shouting at me.
"What do you think would've happened if you were still in the car?" Bianca exclaims. I struggle to keep my mouth shut.
"She's an idiot. She doesn't know how to survive. Go fucking die for all I care!" Felix throws his hands in the air, a frustrated look on his face.
I raise a brow. "Don't act like you don't care now. I saw the way you dropped to your knees and cursed the gods for taking your best friend away from you" I stand up dramatically and wipe an imaginary tear.
He grits his teeth and glares at me. "You do care after all, don't you? Your body was shaking like crazy" I point at Bianca, who rolls her eyes.
"What did you want to do with Tyril, anyway?" I question. Felix shrugs. "Long story. Zane and his daddy issues"
"Does anyone know what the matter with Zane is? He's kept himself locked in his room and isn't letting anyone in" Roxy walks over to us. Bianca sighs.
"We went to his father earlier. Still shaken up, probably" I scrunch my nose in confusion. "What do you mean?" She sighs.
"Zane and Elias don't have the best relationship. He just ends up having a panic attack each time he sees his father" I feel something heavy settle on my chest.
"Why?" Felix shrugs "Zane blames him for the death of his mother. And Tyril. And Mal" at the mention of Mal, I still.
They don't know that I know they know.
"What happened to his mom?" I find myself asking. Bianca turns towards the door "I think you should ask him"
I nod and walk towards his room. Well, his room in the base. The restaurant is one of the bases. The main base is yet to be visited by me.
"He's not gonna talk" Roxy crosses her arms over her chest. I hmm and walk towards his room. It's worth a try.
When I reach the large wooden door, I pause. Should I? I do.
I knock on the door and wait a few moments. There's shuffling on the other side before I hear his voice. "Out"
"Zee, it's me, Astraea" I stammer. "You wanna talk? You're worrying me" there's no reply and I take that as my cue to leave, but then the door opens.
And he stands in front of me. Shirtless.
I try my best to not let my eyes wander, but it's practically impossible to not look at that. Jeez, he's carved by God himself.
Those defined abs, his large biceps, the tattoo on his shoulder, the v-
"It's rude to stare" I lift my head "huh?" He raises a brow and tilts his head. "You wanted to talk?
"Can...I come in?" Somehow, I manage to not look at his torso while saying that. He stares at me, and I get self-conscious under his heavy gaze. Finally, he steps aside, motioning me in.
I walk into the room. As expected, it is big. Like huge. A chandelier hangs in the middle. Just behind it is a large king-sized bed with grey duvets and lots of pillows. To the left is the large closet and to the right, I'm guessing is the bathroom.
The cold tiles of the room chill my feet, so I take a seat on the edge of his bed. I look up to find him staring me down while leaning against the wall.
"Why aren't you getting out of your room?" I ignore the heat crawling up my neck and force myself to concentrate on the given task. He crosses his arms and walks over.
"Wasn't in the mood to see anyone" he picks up the water bottle on his bedside table and takes a sip. I take this moment to appreciate his veins He's got veins everywhere. His hands, arms, throat.
It's hot.
"Why?" He shrugs, placing the bottle down and reclining on the bed. The mattress dips as he leans on the headboard, his legs spread out. The footsies are inches away. Should I tickle him?
No.
Should I?
No.
"Long story" he places a hand behind his head, the muscles flexing with each move of his body. I desperately try to ignore the heat in my cheeks.
"I...wanna know. What's wrong?" I ask, sitting cross-legged on the bed.
Zane takes a breath before leaning over and dropping his hand to my thigh.
I freeze, as always.
His right hand get ahold of my wrists and he pins me down in the blink of an eye. I gasp at the sudden change of mood.
His face is mere centimetres from mine, the rest of the bodyweight between my legs.
"Have I ever told you just how fucking tempting you are?" He questions, voice raspy. I gulp loudly. "You're not drunk again, are you?" "Never was"
He drops his face to my ear, gently nuzzling the place just below my ear lobe. His hands rest on both sides of my head, and I'm forced to look directly into his eyes.
I awkwardly chuckle. "I'm not built for these things. I'll call Roxy in" I almost jump off the bed before I'm pinned again, to the headboard this time. He shakes his head slightly.
"Roxy doesn't make me feel like you do. No one does"
My hands feel sweaty. My eyes heavy and my tongue spongy. I feel like I'm drunk myself. "How do I make you feel?" Definitely should not have asked that.
He pushes his body into mine, slowly, torturingly. His chest presses against me and I can practically feel the weight of his legs. "Like this" when his legs press against me, I feel something hard near my thigh. So terribly hard.
My muscles feel completely frigid.
"Every fucking time you open that stupid little mouth of yours. Every time you smile, laugh, taunt, whatever it is that you do" his hands tighten on my wrists with every single word. "You make me so fucking hard"
I gasp as his lips touch the sensitive skin of my throat, teasingly moving towards my ear, then towards my collarbone, then lower.
"Zee...." I gasp out, his tongue draws patterns on my collarbone as I speak. "Hm?"
"Tell me what's wrong instead of distracting yourself, please" I tightly shut my eyes, not expecting him to stop. But he does.
He pulls away from me, freeing my wrists. When I look at them, I notice the red marks.
He notices me staring and takes them in his rough hands, bringing them to his lips and laying a gentle kiss on each.
"What's wrong? You're trying to divert your attention. Please, tell me what's wrong" I cup his face, his jawline sharp in my hands. I try to ignore the heavy beating of my heart.
He bites his cheek and pulls me to his chest. He buries his face in my hair, his hand tightly wrapped around my waist.
"It hurts so fucking bad" his voice breaks.
A/N
Steamy steamy. 💨💨💨💨💨💨
Anyway, this chapter had me pulling my hair because I didn't know what to write. There you go. Do what you will with that information.
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