A Gift To You

Bad boy|Naib 🍋

A/N: More edits will be made when I'm being a lazy little shit

In his line of work, one had to have patience,it was key,a necessity, the very core of being a hit man. So why was he here,sitting in a corner drooling like some animal?

Maybe it was because you'd taken to teasing him. The Victorian style outfits had gotten a bit more revealing. Your back was exposed, and the slit came up on either side of your legs. The plague, doctor shaped mask, was just as elegant as it had always been.

You looked good.

He knew it,you knew it and the crowd certainly knew it. In fact, they were a little too into you.

"Think she'll still wear that creepy mask while you screw her?"

"Only one way to find out!" A man stood, and Naib immediately rose. Both men make a bee line to where the performers would exit the stage. Naib might have been shorter of the two, but his stride was no joke.

As if he'd let some no-name bastard put their disgusting hands on you!

He made sure to be the first one to grab your attention when you walked off stage. You took slow,steady steps and lifted the dress up,revealing more leg,so that you wouldn't trip or fall. That had gotten the attention of the males sitting and loitering around the end of the stage and tables.

"Thank you,"

Naib felt his guts twist at the sight of you holding some random man's hand. He'd politely helped you down the stairs.

"Crow." Naib pushed past the blond man who was trying to get your attention.

"Hm?" You turned your head and felt an arm wrap around your waist.

"Let's go back to your room." he dug his nails into the top of your hip. The skin was warm to the touch, and he slipped a finger underneath the silk,rubbing in tiny circles.

"Oh now?" You still had to thank the man who'd given you such a lovely bouquet!

Naib wanted to expose the truth to everyone. That for the past two years you both had been seeing each other.

No one else knew how many times he'd sunk his teeth into the underside of your breast. How he'd mapped your body out his teeth and tongue. How much you loved sitting in his lap and letting him mark you.

He didn't say anything, but he did glance backward,just to make sure everyone was watching, then closed the door to your dressing room.

"Naib? Did you need something?" You set the large bouquet of flowers onto the dressing table.

"They were ogling at you. Why aren't you wearing that other dress?" The one that covered more skin was better. Maybe he could convince you to wear it instead?

"I had the funds to commission a new one,so I won't be wearing the old one for a while. Is there something odd about it?"

"You're too damn pretty that's the problem!" he grunted, sitting down on the therapist couch. If he covered your skin in marks again, then maybe they'd leave you alone. He didn't want them near you. Naib opened up his mouth after pulling a sleeve down and was ready to bite down when you moved.

"I told you, no more biting, especially now that I have this dress," you said firmly and  grabbed his face in annoyance.

You couldn't wear your dresses while trying to hide his love bites,it would be impossible.

"That's the point," he countered.

"Dont make me get that muzzle out." it was sitting right above his head on a small shelf.