A long time ago there were 3 brothers, Rozario, Santiago and Valentino. Their last name is unknown but the fact that they were related is, well, even then this was kept a secret from the world.
All 3 brothers wanted the same thing: Power, wealth an...
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Aria's Pov:
And I kissed him.
He was like a mirror. I realised.
A man so blank. So cold. He refused to let anyone close to him, because he knew that he would shatter.
And he did. I felt him. In my arms I felt him shatter as I pressed my lips against his. I felt him shatter in my arms and I don't think that I've ever felt anything so beautiful before.
Cracks and fragments all each different parts combined into one heart.
One person.
A person that many feared due to the same heart that I had come to love.
It was a dangerous heart. One that you could never know when it would change. Yet somewhere past all those barriers he puts up, was his real one.
The one that knew how to love.
He then pulled away and stared down at me with those grey, grey eyes of his. I swear he took my breath away again.
He'd done that twice in under 5 minuets.
Once with the kiss. Then another one simply just by looking at me.
Then his eyes flickered. He started breathing a little faster.
"Leo?" I breathed out worriedly.
"I think I need to rest." He murmured.
And he slumped into my arms.
"Leo? Leo?" I frantically called his name again and again.
I looked down at him in my arms. A grimace across his ridiculously handsome face didn't make him any less beautifully ethereal looking.
I swear I could look at his face all day and not be bored.
Well If I carried on acting the way I was then he wouldn't live a day longer.
Shit.
I need to think.
How the fuck can I carry this awfully tall and from the looks of it, through his now transparent white shirt, awfully toned six packed man.
Holy shit. And to think I thought he had noodle arms.
I can confirm that he does in fact not have noodle arms. Sure they aren't as bulky as Elian's but he still had some scarily sexy biceps.
I slapped myself. In my mind, though. Not physically.
I had to stop checking a man that was, by the way I was reacting, going to possibly die soon.
Ok so My 5'3 self could almost definitely carry this sexy man anywhere. I could drag him. But it might rip his wound open a little more.
So now what do I do when I can't do anything myself.
