❝ I WILL SHOW YOU WHO YOU FUCKING BELONG TO......RATHER THAT MEANS KILLING EVERY BASTARD THAT LOOKS AT YOU OR FUCKING YOU SENSELESS! ❞
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In which a forbidden affair with her husband's right-han...
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·𖥸· ── YOU SILENTLY GAWKED AT THE FOLDER IN...
Manjiro's grasp; your heart dropping to your stomach-- anxiety bubbling to your chest... Your flesh becoming numb, you began to feel light-headed--
'I...I can't breathe... I feel like I am dying-'
Unknown to you; the sleepless nights...anxiety...finally built up and now you were having a panic attack.
Seeing your distress, Manjiro tilts his skull to the side; his eyelids squinting...a hint of amusement gleaming within his gaze, yet he held a stoic expression to your panic.
"What's ever the matter?... Surely you don't know the results already."
"M..Manjiro, I can't breathe- I can't breathe! I feel like I am dying!"
Fingers trembling underneath the blood rushing thoughts; Manjiro stepped towards you, your hands flinching to in front of you as a defense which the man simply grasped your wrist-- his low vocals brushing across your eardrums as he gripped the folder in one hand before grasping your chin with the other.
"Calm down... You're making yourself panic for possibly nothing. Here, you can take this one. Tell me the results once you do."
Shoving the folder into your palm; your irises shakily averted from the folder to Manjiro's irises- for a split moment the man stared into yours prior to turning on his heels.
"T...This one?"
You shakily whispered gaining Manjiro's attention; his footsteps halting as he paused in the doorframe of the bedroom- "What do you mean."
"You...You said this one... Is there more than one result?"
There was a longing pause; his black locks swayed-- his skull titling back just barely allowing his black irises to gaze at you...
