𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚

𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙧|𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

Love? Atreus never experienced that but he knew what it was. Love was Atreus's mother kissing his scraped knees as a child. Love was his mother tucking him to bed. Atreus thought love no longer existed once his mama's cold body went down to Earth's dirt. Love no longer existed. That was until he met you. Oh, how you wormed yourself into his heart making it your home. He tried to ignore you, he truly did. He tried to ignore how your brows knitter together when you got lost in thought, he tried to ignore how you would chew on that pen of yours. A habit that he would find disgusting if it was anyone else but no, it was you. Atreus would laugh at the thought, he was never meant to love. He wasn't made to be gentle; not cut with the same cloth that you were.

Even then, he couldn't help but try. For you. Gentleness and care weren't in his dictionary. Atreus was used to taking what he wanted, maybe the good in him died when his mama did. At least that's what he thought. Maybe Atreus did know how to love deep down after all, just for you.