Just Let Me Adore You - Wesper

1. Meet

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It was 7 pm in the docks of Ketterdam. Wylan Van Eck had just boarded a boat to study music in Belendt. Wylan was surprised that his father - Jan Van Eck - had even considered letting Wylan go to Belendt to study music. He was also suspicious about his sudden change of mind but he had packed his bags and left his house at 5 pm, earlier that evening. Wylan looked out at the water that flowed beneath the boat in awe. He admired the sound it made. He adored watching the water as it waved at him calmly. The sound of footsteps behind Wylan could be heard. He assumed that there were other boys and girls his age who are also going to study whatever their hearts desired at Belendt, too. Wylan was wrong. Within the blink of an eye, Wylan could feel a tight grip around his neck. He thrashed around helplessly, trying to get his words out. He couldn't do anything. He couldn't call for help. Hell, he could barely breathe. Wylan tried his hardest to take the unknown arms away from his neck but struggled. He twisted and turned in the stranger's arms before the stranger put a hand around his mouth. Quickly, Wylan bit the stranger's hand with all his might. The stranger's arms flew from his neck as he groaned in pain. Wylan couldn't run away from this stranger forever on this tiny vessel. So, he did the only thing he could do... jump.

Wylan leapt off of the vessel and soon his body was hit with a painful sensation. He felt his body tense against the ice-cold water, he dove under the water for a moment to make sure that he would become out of sight. He swam like there was no tomorrow. Well, he didn't have much hope of a tomorrow since he would probably catch hypothermia and have a slow and painful death. He finally rose to the surface and took a gasp of air. He had never been so thankful to breathe the muggy air of Ketterdam through his lungs. Wylan was starting to get tired as he continued to get closer and closer to the shore. 'Thank the saints' he thought as he finally reached the sand on the coastline. He breathed heavily and turned on his back to look up at the sky. He huffed a sigh of relief when he finally caught his breath. The only problem he had to solve now was the fact that his clothes were soaking wet and that he had no money.

Wylan got up after a few minutes and started to wander around the streets of Ketterdam. He walked around aimlessly and peered at all the shops and bars that surrounded him. Then he stopped. He had stopped in front of a sign. It said, 'The Crow Club, The Dregs, Ketterdam'. He'd heard about this club before. It was the only one he knew if he was honest. He opened the door and his ears were immediately hit with the sound of people chattering, laughing and shouting. Wylan noticed a tall Zemeni man looking at him from afar. Wylan had to admit that he was rather attractive. His eyes were a steel grey. He had two revolvers on his belt and Wylan's eyebrows raised slightly at this. The man gave a smirk before he walked up to Wylan.

"What happened to you, love?" the man asked as his eyebrow rose in confusion, looking at Wylan from head to toe.

"It's... It's a long story," Wylan replied quietly, looking down at his soggy shoes. His face reddened with embarrassment.

"Can I buy you a drink?" the man asked.

"That would be nice," Wylan replied, a small smile appearing on his face.

(if you don't understand this reference, I'm sorry.)

"What's your name," The man asked with a toothy grin.

"Uh... Wylan," Wylan replied, offering the man his hand. "Wylan... Hendricks." He paused as the other man shook his hand gleefully. "What's yours?"

"Jesper," Jesper replied. "Jesper Fahey. It's very nice to meet you, Wylan Hendricks. Now, what could I, Mister Fahey, buy you, Mister Hendricks?"

"Um... a water, please," Wylan replied as he and Jesper sat down.

"Water," Jesper scoffed, his eyebrows furrowing and his eyes narrowing. "Come on, Hendricks, you've got to do better than that."