Y/n's POV
How does it feel when the weight of the past crushes your present?
Terrible.
I never imagined I would reveal the darkest part of myself to someone.
The part that is scarred and shattered.
Something that stole my will to continue and left me feeling hollow.
Yet today is a strange day.
I find myself confiding these things to a man I met merely two days ago. A man who purchased me and, in a technical sense, owns me.
Moreover, he is a gangster.
Despite my reservations, I am drawn to the sense of comfort he provides.
I am drawn to him in a way that I know will break me later.
How can I find my comfort in his arms? He can kill me anytime, yet I can't seem to pull myself away from him.
His presence oddly comforts me, as though no harm could come my way while he's around.
Even if he's the most dangerous person for me to depend on.
The danger is not a danger. It feels like home, my home.
His hands stroke my back as I sob while hiding my face in his chest.
Why does it feel familiar? As if there's an invisible string connecting us.
"I will never send you back to her." He whispered in my ear and I sighed.
He ran his fingers through my hair and I relaxed.
I leaned in more for his warmth and I felt my frame being enveloped by a pair of strong arms.
"Promise?" I asked.
"Promise" He said.
At this moment, I wanted the time to stop. I do not want to let go of this feeling.
I stare at his chest and realisation dawns upon me that he was naked. I mean his torso was bare, he had his pants on.
I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks and I closed my eyes. The tears long gone and agony was replaced by a bashful warmth.
I rubbed my cheek over his chest. The friction sparked a sense of longing as my soft skin brushed against his hard chest.
It felt nice.
I felt his hand moving to my nape and then I felt a gentle tug at my hair, coaxing my face up..
His grip was firm yet gentle, compelling me to lift my gaze and meet his eyes.
"Aren't you getting too comfortable here?" He said, his voice serious and cold. I felt a twinge of fear.
But just a twinge. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. Despite his rough and rude demeanor, he was not one to cause harm.
At least not to me, from what I have noticed.
"You should have thought about that before pulling me on top of you," I retorted and he smiled.
Smile?
Did he just smile at me?
Am I high on my cookies?
His smile is really beautiful, a rare sight to behold and die for. I can't explain the emotions his one smile ignited in me.
Heaven.
I have heard him chuckle countless times but nothing compares to the charming smile he's flashing now.
It looked so pure, adorable and sweet. With no malice or hint of tease, it was serene.
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Renegade
Fanfiction"Leave her" I said. He raised his brow at my words and I understood what he wanted. "Please..." I begged and a smug grin erupted on his lips. He took my chin between his fingers while tracing his thumb over my face. "Don't beg, sweetheart. Just sign...
