Written in the Stars

Chapter 1: The Forest Meeting

+' Eos Pov '+
Looking around, I saw myself in the lake, glancing at my own slim reflection. A small peach figure containing big green eyes and lush brown hair. My ears perked at the sounds of footsteps and rustling of leaves. Without thinking, I began to leave on foot towards the tree's away from the noise - as we had always been taught to. Running through the woods, rocks, and dirt scraping against my feet, aching from the raw untouched soil hard and brutal. Stopping to take a breath, a figure stood in the distance. A tall, muscular man - long black hair, tied back in a pony tail, and blue eyes brighter than the sky, tattoos lacing his body beautifully. I stood in awe, not realizing how out in the open I stood. With a quick glance, the figured head towards me, my feet took off towards a scarcely known hiding spot.
As I tucked myself into the small makeshift of a cave, I began to listen. At first, the quiet hum of birds in the distance along with the sweet smell of flowers. Next, the hearing of footsteps, murmuring,  and the smell of something I could pick out something savory that drew my attention to it, wanting it more and more. Looking up through a small crack, I noticed the same figure I had seen in the woods, much more depicted now. A strong jawline, with a mole on his right cheek. I sat admiring the gentleman noticing the Mafia tattoo on his neck when he chuckled, saying, " Why don't you come on out, princess?"
My body chilled. He knew I was there. Looking around, there wasn't much room to run, and if I did, he would surely catch me. Slowly shifting my way out of the cave, meeting his eyes. They were even more mesmerizing up close. "Can I help you?"
I said in a calm tone with slightly no emotion.
"Well, aren't you a pretty thing?"
He said with a grin stretching across his face. " Do I know you?" I replied back sharply.
"No, but I know you've been spying on the Mafia for some time now. From the looks of it, your one of our targets"
" And so what if I am." I stood almost frozen. He brought his hand up, caressing my chin, bringing my eyes to meet his.
"I need the information on what you know, Princess."
My body, tense, warm, aroused,  not sure what to feel, began to become weak under the tenderness of his touch. I stood breathless, speechless, defenseless. As he removed his hand from my chin, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "Meet me at the campsite just north of here tomorrow at dawn." He said with a smile.
"Wait!" I yelled at him as he began walking away, "What's your name?"
"Wyatt," He said, waving me off as he walked away. My first encounter with a Mafia and I wasn't killed yet...