What a match (Dion Agriche x Penelope Eckart)

chapter 28.5

I breathed a sigh of relief as i saw Dion. Both relief and happiness washed over me. Relief because it was not an intruder and I felt my chest swell up with happiness after I saw Dion.

I sat beside him on the couch, accompanying him. Soon, i found myself engulfed in a tight hug. After the hug, he rested his back on the couch. Pale, cold and stoic face, the same complex as I first saw him. He stared at  me without saying a word. His eyes seemed tired and he had dark eye bags.

"Tired?" I asked, caressing his face. He closed his eyes and nodded. A smile  formed on my face.

I patted my lap, gesturing him to lay his head on my lap. He lowered his head, positioning himself on the couch, and put his legs on the couch's hand side. He nuzzled his face against my stomach before drifting into sleep, which was pretty shocking for me. As i gently ran my fingers through his unkempt hair, i couldn’t help but feel a mix of confusion and concern.

Various thoughts ran through my head. I always sensed a tension between the two of us,  but i never dared to acknowledge it. There was a  line between whatever relationship we had. But at this moment, it was impossible to ignore these emotions any longer.

Dion is a character that i wish could live happily. But these emotions of mine are getting to complicated.

With each rise and fall of his chest, i couldn’t help but wonder how someone could be this good-looking. Would it be okay if I kissed him?

I flinched at my own thoughts. I shook my head, trying to erase the thought. My face became warm at the thought of kissing him. I am glad that Dion's eyes are closed, i don't want him to see me like this.

But as i gazed down at him, focused on his chapped lips, lost in my own thoughts, i couldn’t stop my heart from beating fast or my hands from sweating. Why am I like this?

My hand felt his abdomen and arm muscles when i tried to fix his posture. His muscles were well built, not gonna lie about that. If he was a real person in my world, he would surely be a great and famous model.

I caress his cheek softly, trying not to wake him up. There was always darkness in his crimson eyes and he looked calm while he slept with them closed. He looked peaceful. I wouldn’t say like a baby, but more like a man with no worries.

Dion Agriche was known to be cold and ruthless, why would he be in my room tonight? In the past few years, i got close with dion but he always kept his distance from me. Indeed, we got along well. But he rarely comes to my room, mostly if it was something important.

The weight of his emotions felt like a heavy secret, and it seemed like he himself was unsure if he would ever find the strength to share them with me.

Lost in my thoughts, i gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from his face. It would be such a shame for anything to cover his stunning face. All around the social world, he was famous for his killer looks even with his unsympathetic personality.

Dion stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open as he looked up at me. For a moment, there was a rawness in his strong gaze that mirrored the state of his emotions. His eyes showed a twirl of emotions in his eyes. A weird sense of longing enveloped my heart.

"Penelope"

"Hmm" i responded with a light hum.

"Cry for me"

He said to me, he seemed unaware if this was a dream of his or reality because the line between those two has already been hazed. His palm cupped the flesh on my cheeks and caressed it gently. Dion always treated me as a fragile porcelain doll that could break at any given moment.

"Why?" I was not sure how else to respond to him. This is not the first time he asked me to cry. But I will never get used to his crying thingy.

"Because you look lovely when you cry." He said as his thumb gently stroke my eye.

Now this surprised me. Whenever I asked him why he want to see me, he never responds but today.

Blood rushed to my face, i am sure that I must be looking as red as a tomato. If someone else would have heard it, they would probably feel creeped out but why am I not feeling that way. Am I out of my mind?
Why is my heart beating so fast.

Without saying any other word, Dion grabbed my hand and placed my hand on his head. He closed his eyes without saying any other word. His facial expression relaxed. His chest rise and fall in a rhythm. He looked just like a normal person, no malice, no bloodlust, nothing.

Is he asleep? I doubt that he would be asleep this soon. Dion is a type of person who wakes at the slightest movement, making him sleep deprived.

My hand went through his hair which was shockingly soft and smooth. I don't know how much time has passed. I kept humming a tune that my uncle hums when he is bored, as i  kept gently massaging Dion's scalp in circles , the same way as aunt Sierra does whenever I had nightmares or whenever ever I get sick.

I started to feel drowsy soon. Resting my back on the couch, I fell asleep.

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A/N

Omg finally it's finished!

I tried my best to show Penelope's mixed feelings for Dion, And Dion's emotions towards Penelope. But why is dion such a complicated character Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò. I don't want to change Dion's image. Like i have read in some fanfic that completely change Dion's image and make him a soft and clingy character. I am not saying that it's bad or anything, tbh they are great and well written but I just don't want to change Dion's image too much. I want to show Dion as a loving yet cold and somewhat sadistic character as he originally is.
I hope you guys support me ❤️

Thanks and bye bye~