❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜
|18+| "Get on your knees." Valerio orders, removing his tie and throwing it in the bed.
"You can't just order me around anyhow you want." I snap back, eyes trailing dow...
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Devil.
Demon.
Lucifer.
Those words mean nothing to me anymore. They are just mere words. I've heard those words all the while growing up. From people I called friends, teachers and even my own father.
I grew up being insecure of my own skin. My own body. My own eyes. People kept making fun of me that even I hated my eyes.
Hazel and deep Brown.
Due to being bullied my whole life, I resulted to using contacts. Hazel contacts at that. Just so I could feel normal. Feel like I belong and I did.
I grew up to be someone strong and fierce. Now people look at me in awe because of my power, not because they're disgusted by how different I am or scared by my eyes.
I let the words of the grown ups get to me when I was a child, making it hard to let go when I was an adult. I don't really care anymore but when I saw her wide eyes, I knew a little part of me was terrified of what she'd think.
She stayed frozen at the entrance of the door, but I couldn't say the same about myself. I turn sideways, a silly attempt to hide my face from her. That seemed to shake her off her trance because she takes a step forward towards me and I take one back.
"You—"
"Forget about it. I'm just making something to eat, I'd be out of here in a few minutes." I cut her off, turning my attention back to the ingredients I was mixing together.
Truth be told, I was scared to hear what she had to say. Scared that her opinion of me would be my limit so I just pour all my attention to what I was making and not her small frame standing a couple of feet away from me.
"Look at me." she mutters, holding my wrist and I let out a lazy breath.
"No."
"Valerio," she says again. "Look at me please."
I drop the bowl in my hands on the counter, closing my hands shut before I felt her hands on my cheeks, turning me sideways to face her.
"Look at me."
Opening my eyes, our gazes lock. Her brown doe eyes behind the thick frame of glasses look up at me with awe and I was taken aback.
Her eyes search mine, looking between the two different eye colors before a smile graced her lips.
"This is...You're—" she trails off, leaving her left hand on my cheek while her right moves across my cheek up to my eye. "You're beautiful."
I tensed up, dropping my gaze down. Those were definitely not what I was expecting her to say and having someone compliment something people around me have always condemned is new to me.
