Zach(V)
I was born to rule. I've been the pakhan of bratva since I was nineteen after my old man's death. I've spent my blood and fucking sweat to reach where I am now and I won't allow anyone to change it.
Until her. Moya Lisa. My witch.
The day she had put her tiny feet in my life, bulldozing in without permission, I knew that meant something. What? I don't fucking know.
She's enigma of hell fire and holy water. Once you get close enough, either it'll burn you or soothe your gloomy soul with it's sanctity.
And if it means getting burned just to have a taste of her. That's what it is then. I'm not letting her go, not until I get enough of her. Not until I snatch the fucking fire out of her and fill her with my icy coldness.
But the question of the century is,
Would I ever get enough of her?
Lyra
I only want one thing in my life, okay maybe two. My peace and my music. And that's very fucking hard to get. But whatever it is, it's better then whatever it was.
Until one day, I'm pulled back into hell by the devil with ocean blue eyes and hair as dark as ink. I'm not sure what he wants from me, but whatever it is, it's not going to be fucking easy to get. Because I'm not fucking easy to get. Far from it, in fact.
While he is the freezing coldness, born to freeze anyone to death. I'm a raging inferno, born and made to burn anybody who tries to get close to me.
Even the devil has nightmares. I'll be his.
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Fanfiction*Zach(V)* I was born to rule. I've been the pakhan of bratva since I was nineteen after my old man's death. I've spent my blood and fucking sweat to reach where I am now and I won't allow anyone to change it. Until her. Moya Lisa. My witch. The day...
