"I am at your mercy..." - Achilles Creed
"You're so pretty..." - Bianca Day
What happens when a person who has relied on his fists for his entire life, meets a person who is the embodiment of an angel?
Will that turn her into a fallen angel or tur...
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«» First Glance «»
Bianca was ready to jump off a cliff.
She sighed as her fingers traced the rim of her coffee mug absentmindedly, her thoughts drifting away from the bustling café around her. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of flowers that adorn the windowsill of the Café, creating a comforting cocoon. She stared through the glass, watching the world pass by in a blur of colors and movement.
Bianca has not seen the man in a couple of days but it seems she cannot remove him from her mind. His presence lingered in her thoughts like a haunting melody.
Her last conversation with the famed Achilles Creed consisted of his icy, freezing eyes, boring through her own. His words seeping into her mind and thoughts, confusing her even more.
Bianca pushed her hair behind her ear as she sipped her now lukewarm coffee. She needed to focus, to push him out of her mind, but it was easier said than done. Achilles had a way of slipping into her thoughts at the most unexpected times, weaving himself into the fabric of her daily life.
She needs a game plan.
The first thing was to find him. While that might be easy considering he was always with his gang, the hard part was speaking to him.
Bianca never deemed herself shy, but she never seemed to be able to keep a full conversation with him specifically.
The way his eyes bore into her own, never losing eye contact, made her nervous. Bianca would try to steady her breathing and quell the butterflies in her stomach, but it was useless. Achilles's presence was overwhelming, his eyes a constant reminder of the tension between them that seemed to have latched onto them.
