Midnight Neighbor ||18+

||Content With You {MN extras 5/?}

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Under the cloudy sky and coolness of the day, a young woman was being led astray. Her heart thudded harshly, beating heavy beats against her ribcage. She looked down, her hand was clenched in his, gripped tight as he pulled her along. She only saw his back, that familiar tall frame shadowing her, as if protecting her from scrutinizing eyes she'd grown well accustomed to. Except...this time.. there was no eyes, people went about their day on the street, ignoring both of them.

Fear mixed with excitement, exhilaration and adrenaline pumped heartily through her veins and made her follow him in turn, equally holding tightly onto his hand that held hers.

She didn't allow herself to think. This time, unlike the first few times initially, she truly eased up from the pressure and thoughts about what her family -more importantly, her mother would think of her secretly going out like this and simply allowed herself to exist in the moment, to feel and experience things she'd been cut off from for her entire life.

This was a new routine, a new world of experience.  And all she had to do was ditched her bodyguards (-more like her family's surveillance team in truth), she also abandoned her classes and the 'company' she initially left the family home with. Those few were only important for her excuse-giving her parents the false impression she intended to spend the day and night making connections and networking with those scions of other wealthy families.

Absolutely not.

Miranda Osoro was doing her own thing, going her own way and it was all because of this man her age who had barreled into her path, changing her life for better, not worse.

His windswept hair was ashen blonde, wide shoulders and a figure to die for, not only that he was insanely good-looking in a rugged yet mature kind of way, he also had a less than desired fashion taste which she made it her duty to tease him for whenever they met up like this.

Right now, he wore a mesh shirt with holes so wide it offered no coverage for his toned back, it fell over baggy pants held up by a studded belt and finally, sneakers that partially covered by said long baggy pants. The off shoulder bag was the only other accessory he carried, a man purse if you will. His skin was rife with tattoos in random places clearly visible through his mesh shirt and his ears were pierced.

He was just so...different than what she grew accustomed to, nothing formal or uppity about him, even the way he spoke scandalized her sometimes. -To think she once shared her parents opinions about people like him being vagrants...simply existing without a purpose in life. In reality he turned out to be the complete opposite and so much more.

She couldn't imagine that the random guy in the messy janitor uniform who pulled back the curtains weeks ago back then, uncovering her sorry state in the dark and empty music studio, exposing her to the lights as she quietly crumbled under the the weight of perfectionism and the expectations of everyone around her, would turn out to be so...amazing.

So she followed him every time they met like this. And today he had a surprise for her.
She didn't know what to expect.

Her grip slipped, hands a little sweaty as she always got nervous whenever she managed to sneak off with him, but he caught her again, looking back over a shoulder with electric blue eyes that were shadowed by dark lashes. He smiled.

"Getting cold feet now huh? Beautiful?"

Miranda Osoro quickly shook her head, "Absolutely not!"

"Good," He looked ahead again, then led her through a hole in the fence and further walked over short cut grass that were slightly wet from an earlier drizzle of rain.