𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅 | 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕𝑴𝒂𝒏

22| 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

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„Tonight's feast is prepared as a token of gratitude for the sacrifices and effort that you finalists have made, and to encourage you all to perform even more splendidly in the final game. Now please relax and enjoy your feast."

I approached the edge of the square table, forcing my feet to stop or else this very edge would've barreled into my dick and I would've sang hallelujah in three different languages.

Esmeray, sitting there, looking at me with that damned smile was as if I personally met the highest blessing in my life, blinding my eyes with her soft brightness.

I step back as the Circle's presented them their food, my posture straight and head directed ahead, yet my eyes peered at my girl.

I'm aware of the relationship she has with our Frontman, and I won't dare to mingle myself in their business. In the end, Esmeray feels just like the sister I nearly had.

My sister died after my mother gave birth to her. I don't believe in things, I don't believe in anything, but I cannot help but to think that my sister send Esmeray to me as if to show me how she would've turned out to be in adulthood.

And I also can't help but to feel my heart swelling with pride and adoration in it's purest form.

She is annoying as a sister, but in the end, her actions don't create anything but an unwilling smile to craft over my lips.

My eyes make a dance of their own, swaying over Esme's appearance as if she was my personal dance floor. The red silk dress that the Frontman personally pursued fit her like a glove, but I'm certain that it caused her much trouble to get on.

I would've loved to see her struggle to get a good laugh.

My eyes notice how she played with the fork as if it's a damn stripper pole, only that her lips are in the place of her body. Her twinkling eyes were fixated on me as she clearly teased me while she ate, and I roll my eyes behind my mask.

I know the exact reason why she's acting like that, taunting me like the pretty devil she is. She surely won't forget my little moment of vulnerability of softness toward her.

But I never expected her to pull such a stunt like she did. I was stunned as I watched her crawl over the two poles that helped stabilizing the tiles, crawling like a newborn jaguar inching itself over a branch.

She looked hilarious, but she still managed to surprise the whole staff, the whole organization as she played us.

If I would've known that she had a few intelligent braincells, I wouldn't have hesitated to personally push her onto the glass tiles instead of feeling the urge to protect her from them.

My eyes detach from her outstanding form, looking over the other players. Two of them were obviously heavily injured, and they definitely won't make it out alive. It's sad, for Esmeray, since she'll lose a friend.