𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 BOOK 2: HOLY TRINITY SERIES. When I move into the world it feels like a moral fall, like seeking love in a whorehouse. ❝You'll be the ruin of me, won't you?❞ ❝Yes, does that scare you?❞
In which y/n who work...
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It was you who drove yourself into this trap. Now you have to go on.
- erskg
TW: IF YOU SEE THIS SIGN (*) IN THE CHAPTER TITLE, SOMETHING MATURE IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN LOL. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.
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You couldn't sleep a wink last night.
After the man left the door, he never came back after that.
You settled on laying on the covers of the bed, feeling the soft blankets almost swallowing your figure from the softness of it. You realized you never owned a bed this soft ever and you couldn't help but smile gratefully to finally get to experience this and not the usual floor in the shack or the double bunk beds in the manor where the mattress had gone sheltered by itchy bed bugs.
The sun rose on the balcony as the room was basked in the glow of the bright morning sun. It was as beautiful as you had seen last night but the comfort of your sleep diminished when you heard a quick shuffling of feet from behind the door.
You threw the blanket over your head and hid your figure.
Ran entered the room, maids armed with cleaning products behind him as they always do every morning after he brought a girl to Rindou, maids were prepared to clean the mess of his brother.
His pale lavender eyes darted through the space and he seemed to notice the furniture was still intact. His eyes darted off to the bed and he sighed heavily.
"Rin-rin, get your ass off of bed." He barked as he rummaged through the doors looking for the spot where his brother had murdered someone but his eyebrows pinched further when he couldn't find anything.
He looked over the bed and he noticed the figure behind the blanket was too petite in comparison to be his brother, and he looked over the slender foot that juts out from the end of the blanket and slides under the cover.
He flicked his cigarette bud, and sauntered towards the edge of the bed before sitting down on the mattress making you hold your breath as you felt the foam sink beside you.
