𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.
The woman of impeccable beauty was the infinite definition of her name. Calm and poise.
Born into a violent life of guns and knives, you would assume a Mafia Princess like her would be training and preparing to be the next heir...
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"What a bitch." Silver grumbles, frowning at the screen in front of us.
"Right." I mutter back, deeply enhanced by the flashing colours.
Right now Mother Gothel was chaining Flynn to her castle while Rapunzel was running over to him, hoping to save him.
No matter how many times I've watched this, I will always shed at least a tear.
I felt my eyes water as Flynn assures her he'd be okay, Silver beside me remains apathetic watching the scene but genuinely seems invested.
The next thirty or so minutes are fulfilled with a few tears shedding, a glorified reunion with Rapunzel's parents and the happy ending I'd always hoped for.
The credits roll and I yawn, my body stiff but way too comfortable in Silver's arms to move.
"What did you think?" I mumble into his chest, he adjusts his arm around my waist and begins to form circles on my side.
"It was good, surprisingly."
I smile at his confession and gently adjust in his arms so that I was correctly facing him.
"The lantern scene is a dream of mine to happen in real life." I tell him, noting that I've never told anyone this. He raises his brows and gestures for me to continue.
"Going on a boat and lighting lanterns into the sky. I've always wanted to do that..."
He nods his head slowly, travelling his gaze over my features, making me squeamish under the dark gaze he held.
"Noted."
A little smile plays on my lips and another tired yawn escapes me again. I feel a wave of exhaustion wrap around me, being curled in Silver's arms didn't help.
"Do you mind if I crash here? Or I can go home if you want..." I don't look at him as I ask this. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything.
"Of course you can." His voice falls deep within me, almost pulling me to sleep. And his response reassures my nagging thoughts because I was so worried about how I came across—whether I was being too clingy too quickly, or if I was simply pushing my luck at this point.
Silver, on the other hand, never fails to inform me that my thoughts were wrong.
I could feel him shifting, but I sighed in protest since he was far too comfy for me to be moving right now. It seems that my sleepy brain decided to act just as if I were drunk, words spat from my mouth like I had no tongue.
"Don't move, Silver. I'm comfy..." I sigh into his chest and tighten my hold around his body, earning a deep chuckle from him.
