Azalea Faye Larau - The sweetheart socialite with a fire underneath and an up and coming ballet dancer in London striving to stay afloat in an ocean of sharks, all the while dealing with heartbreak and loss.
Harlan Emeric Marchetti - The Italian Maf...
"What did he want to prove by keeping me with him? That he too, was human and capable of love when we both knew he was the devil in a charming man's disguise?"
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- A Z A L E A - F A Y E - L A R A U -
I woke up to a light throbbing pain in my head and the side of my neck, tangled in soft, silk sheets all around me and a warmth behind my back and around me that felt too good to be true.
Sighing heavily, I sniffed my pillow and frowned. My pillow didn't smell like musk or pine, or an intoxicating scent that made me lightheaded. Like man.
Brows furrowed, I looked around and my frown only deepened as I took in the cream coloured walls, dark yet modern and expensive furniture and crystal chandelier hanging from the roof.
I faced a rather large glass doors covered by heavy and dark curtains which blocked out the sunlight except for a few rays peeking in from the sides.
Wincing a bit at the dull throb, I tried moving only to find myself stuck in place as if I was being held. I looked down, pushing the silky sheet off from me and finding a muscular and veiny arm wrapped firm and tightly around my waist when my eyes widened.
A small gasp of surprise left my lips as I tried to rack my brain to see if I got drunk and accidentally got into bed with a man.
The thought made my blood chill, the colour draining from my face as a shudder racked me at the thought of losing my virginity to a random man.
All I remembered was the dance audition, performing as well as I could and then... When realisation dawned on me, I tried to squirm out of the man's grip, refusing to look behind me and see his face.
Taking a deep breath when nothing worked, I slowly gathered the courage to look behind me and nearly gasped out loud in shock.
There he was, in all his... underdressed glory, Harlan freakin' Marchetti.
My eyes raked over his handsome face, sharp jaw decorated with stubble and perfect straight nose, full pink lips and perfectly arched eyebrows.
My lips parted in astonishment as I looked at him closely but then frowned when I thought about how I was here in the first place.
He took me to that beautiful garden of love and obsession, told me that heart breaking story, and then...
"It means I'm a selfish bastard who's too deep in this to ever back out." His words were rough now, his voice hoarse.
"W-What?" I was utterly confused because he made no sense.
"If being the villain meant I could have you, then I'd be one, no questions asked." He muttered.
