He leaves the room, shutting it with a soft click.
Instantly my eyes shoot open, i sit up ad softly climb out of his bed, trying to ignore the way his room just like him. something.. spicy, very masculine, yet a slight hint of smoke thrown into the scent..
Escape.
i look about the room, simply seeing clothes, a dresser, a small window.
i grab some of the weapons casually thrown onto his dresser, grabbing one of his sashes from the dresser, tying the weapons to my waist in a makeshift sheath for the time being.
i quickly tie up my hair, throwing open the small window that leads to sea, just about to jump for the seas when i hear..
"Just were do you think your going Siren?"
Oh Gods, why me?
(Spade speaks)
YES THIS IS SHORTER THAN MY GRADES, I KNOW. BUT IM MAKING ANOTHER RN I PROMISE
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The Siren
Non-FictionHe was Pirate. Captain of his ship, one that is incredibly wealthy. very dangerous. but.. so flirty, and cocky and handsome while being cold at the same time. he thinks everything he wants is his.. and in his eyes.. shes his. all his. She was a sire...
