𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮

Prezioso

As I woke up, the darkness had covered most of the sky. How long did I sleep? I found myself thinking that. I felt hungry as of now, so I got up realising the towel was no longer on the ground. Someone had been inside while I was out like a drunk madman. I soaped my face, washing it thoroughly taking extra time with it. I had no cleanser to get rid of all the dirt that's why I went for this option. Later, I went through the closet that was filled with clothes of multiple sizes & sorts for me to choose from. I picked out black flared pants along with a bodycon top that had these long sleeves, of navy blue shade. I wasn't going to guess who brought all these clothes for me. The devil had been there for me yesterday, without his order not even a leaf is permitted to leave it's position. So it's obvious that he decided to offer me a variety of clothing. 

I did not really know much around here. I got out of my room recalling the kitchen was downstairs somewhere. As I headed down the kitchen doors awaited me. I opened them to the devil welcoming me, sitting on a chair beside the kitchen island. Wide, long & white, with contrast of black & grey shades throughout the marble. He eyed me for a minute saying nothing, his hair gelled back with perfection. Just a single hair that dangled in front of his forehead. His skin clear but rough. Not moisturized often enough that is. His aura enticing paired with his devilish handsomeness. Hands calloused from all the weight training he must do, that's probably why he's muscular. His height nowhere near mine. The top of my head might only reach near his collarbone. 

He observed me unknowingly staring at him but he dismissed it for now. "You good now mio amore?", he questioned. I tried snapping away from the trance I was trapped in. Failing to do so, more than twice. I recall his question was not 'you good?', instead he said 'you good now?'. As in he's asking me about yesterday. I simply nodded my head not wanting to justify anything further but added a thank you since he was never responsible to cater for me. He still did though & respected my privacy keeping in mind he's a mob boss. He cares for no one, he's a ruthless madman who has probably seen more naked women than his own age.  

He nodded with understanding in answer to my thankful gesture. I stepped ahead to look around for food as he rose from his chair, the floor beneath my feet was wet, I tripped & so fell forward slamming into his rock hard chest. New realization, my head only reaches the centre of his chest. My cheeks altered to a shade of maroonish crimson from the embarrassment that I can't even walk primly. He had his hand to my back, preventing me from falling backwards headfirst. When I couldn't meet his eyes any longer due to this tension in between he chuckled to my naive reaction. That is when I saw for the first time ever, the faintest of an actual smile grace his soft thin lips. I was in awe when he backed away slightly to stand rightly & his smile disappeared back. 

"The floor is still a little wet from the cleaning. I wasn't thinking you would wake up pretty early. Else I would've told Valentina to delay mopping.", he warned me careful as to not make another mistake & injuring myself. When he was about to leave, he had reached towards the door. His hands on the handles to pull them open. I asked, "Lucifer, what should I call you?". He smirked his reply, "whatever you want to call me piccolo, the name's Dante though. Adoro come mi chiami lucifero." With that he left the kitchen, saying another one his sentences in italian knowing well enough I don't understand them.

"Dante", I repeated to myself after he had left. The name sounded smooth on my tongue, as if I have always been calling it out. So familiar yet unknown to me. I snapped myself out & reminded myself that I was here to find something or make myself something to eat. I looked into the cupboards that were above the marble counters. I just found a pack of tacos. Wonder how this man survives of tacos. I shuffled behind the few water bottles finding chopped tomatoes, coriander & cabbage slices. That was probably an omelette mix.

I scrunched up the unopened pack of tacos, crushing them inside. Then I dumped the vegetable mix into that pack. Temporarily sealing it using my hands & shaked them to perfection. And there you go. I made myself something to eat using leftovers. Don't shy away if you intend on trying my little fusion. I sat on the chair near kitchen island & munched on my snack to fill it up.
Kudos to my creations. Everyone better praise me for it.
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I award you all for the most patient readers ever! I have finally published a new chapter while taking into consideration how there was no writers block initially it was just me procrastinating *inserts evil laugh emoji* I will now keep in check of my avoiding behaviour. Yk like putting everything at the end of the list and just deciding to waste time scrolling through those eye catching Instagram reels