𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬...
"You are my daughter!"
"No, I am your soldier! You raised me to be a soldier. You raised me to fight battles and win wars. That is what I'm doing. You should be proud of what you...
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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙾𝙱𝚂𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃/𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙰/𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙻𝚈 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙾𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳. Druig wouldn't say he was obsessed but he wouldn't say he wasn't, because Imelda has been living in his head rent free for weeks now.
It was frustrating.
It was frustrating because every day he found himself wondering about how she tastes, if her lips were as soft as he thought they were and how they would feel like on his own. He wanted to paint her skin with his hands, mapping out every part of her. He wanted to kiss every scar, every beauty mark every freckle.
He want her to tremble beneath his touch.
But unfortunately for him Imelda was playing a game. A game he was all for playing until he recognized the ache. The craving.
She wouldn't budge.
He knew she was suffering as much as he was but Imelda was competitive. Unless he said that he gave up, which he hadn't mind you, she wouldn't give him what he wanted.
All he wanted was her.
"You look pathetic," Esperanza hummed bluntly as she wandered past him, holding a basket of laundry. Julieta giggled at the expression on his face. "Give up all ready."
He huffed at looked up at her hut, Imelda was sat on her roof again. Fiddling with her radio, snacking on some dry mango slices. He watched her for a moment through his lashes, as the sun shines down on her head and shoulders.
She looked like a goddess from up there.
He sighed he really was pathetic.
Was wining with worth it when losing would be so much rewarding.
He moved with determination, climbing up the hit and peeking over the roof. Imelda stopped her tinkering her chewing coming to a halt as she narrowed her eyes. "What?"
"Am I not allowed to say hi?" He raised his brow grunting as he pushed up into the roof, taking a seat beside her.
"I'm not giving up—."
"Kiss me."
Imelda's head snapped around as Druig leant back against his elbows throwing his head back, letting the sun beat down on his skin.
"No."
He frowned peeking an eye open to look at her. "Why not?"
