The King's of New York

Unguarded

"Don't mess with my mind. They'll never tear us apart. I'm the only one, you can really rely on. Without you I'm blind."

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Leo

Hermione is the one person that makes me think a life outside of my reality. I watch her body snuggle closer to mine as she sleeps peacefully in our bed. Her features soft and angelic as if her worrisome thoughts disappeared the moment she closed her eyes.

Calling last night's events chaos is an understatement. Finding my own man strung up like cattle as Hermione's mom a witness of it. Then finding the culprit and beating him to an inch of life only to find my angel to see me in the moment.

I don't know how much she seen but a glimpse of my capabilities is enough. I didn't mean to scare her, but the look of disgust and fear on her face was more than enough to chase after her.

My initial thought was that I needed to explain to her, before she let her mind conclude her thoughts. However, the second thought passed through me making me angry that she ever thought to fear me out of people. She knew who she crawled in bed with.

She knew my capabilities weren't just talk. She knows who I am, and every night she laid next to me letting me know she accepted me. So what change? Maybe seeing her mom witness the lifestyle she chose to be apart of.

I didn't know what to expect when she opened the door to our bathroom. She went a state of shock of some sort. At first pushing me away fighting me off her, then pulling me and clinging to me for fear life.  Almost as if I would evaporate right before her eyes.

I just let her g through the motions of her feelings. I let her punch, slap, and push me away until she begged me to make love to her. I could never deny this angel anything especially sex.

But apart of me was afraid of what state sh would fade to if I did. I was still angry that she looked at me with disgust and fear down in the tunnels. However, the part of me that's under her spell gave in and I made love to her against the wall, on the bathroom sink m until we finally got in the shower to rinse off all the blood.

I wanted to talk to her but she couldn't even keep her eyes open as I washed her body, so I decided to pause the conversation.

A soft moan takes me from my thoughts and I watch as Hermione's eyes flutter open. Her big blue eyes remind me so much of the Mediterranean seas.

"Hi." She whispers biting her lip.

"Morning." I reply as she sits up slowly I can see the thought wheels in her mind turning, recounting last nights event.

"Oh Leo." She whispers closing her eyes as her lips subconsciously form into a small pout.

"Last night was supposed to be great." She sighs and I nod caressing her bare arms.

"I know, I'm sorry things too the worst turn."

Shaking her head she sighs again, "My mom... she's disappointed—no disgusted with me."

There it is.

The reason by her state last night. It could be what fueled what she witnessed in the tunnels.

"Are you okay?" I ask and she nods playing with her fingers as if it's the most interesting thing in the world.

I hate when she does that. It's a sign of coward behavior, and the woman I love isn't a coward. It's a habit she's been having since I first met her. A habit I'm trying to destroy.