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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"I realized that we think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us."
- Miranda July
TW: SMUT, KINKS, NON-CON/DUBIOUS CONSENT, MENTION USE OF DRUGS AND ALCOHOL.
A/N: THE PHOTO ABOVE IS JUST SAMPLE OF WHAT THEY WOULD WEAR FOR THIS CHAPTER; I CHOSE 'A' FOR Y/N AND 'B' FOR RINDOU BUT NO MATTER, CHOOSE WHAT SUITS YOUR TASTE LOL.
SONG: CORAZON SIN CARA - PRINCE ROYCE
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It's been weeks since the last attack had commenced, the intruder couldn't leave a trail or any clues for that matter who he was working for. Until now, they couldn't make a face of the main man of the Mafia, yet the intruder only left you with scarred hands and a terror for sharp knives.
Your hand that you used to color with Thea, the hand you used to wait tables, the hand that held your mom to protect from Grant, the hand that held Rindou when you're scared--now had a permanent damage also, a line much lighter than the natural tone of skin.
It hunts you, reminds you of how dangerous it was to be left alone with no protection.
After that incident you never left Rindou's side, his subordinates would guard you by the door if he's not around.
