Leo's POV:
She's moving in today and I don't know what to think anymore. I've always considered the Sokolov's as family and them as brothers but for some reason I never took her as my sister. She never felt like a sister but something else. Everytime I look at her my heart beats a little harder but that's just my hate for her. She's annoying.
Annoyingly beautiful.
I think of her as my downfall and right now all I can actually give a think of is how to survive because that woman is going to kill me under a week. And though her brothers don't scare me, Enzo's warning hit something. I'm gonna hurt her and she'll cry because of me. I don't know how to not hurt people. And i'll be the reason for her tears and it's not the fact that Enzo will hunt me down for it but the fact of how troubled the thought makes me feel.
My thoughts are interrupted by a singular knock and before I could tell them to come in, the door flies open with a bang and Alina barges in with Enzo and Atlas on her tail.
"What were you doing knocking?" She says looking at Enzo and he replies with, "It's called being polite," She gives him a bored look "Polite? with this idiot?" she says and I mentally groan. It's gonna be a hell of a year. Finally she looks at me and then around the room and scrunches her nose. "I always knew that my dear husband had bad taste." She says 'husband'like a fucking swear word with sarcasm lacing her voice. "I don't have bad taste, I have exquisite taste." I reply raising my head in mock arrogance. She scoffs and then I look behind her to see piles of bags. I'm not even exaggerating when I say they could probably clothe the whole continent and still have extras.
"Did you happen to raid a mall before coming here?" I say gesturing towards all the stuff as she walks over to it ad starts opening bags and taking them inside my closet. "That's my closet!"
"Our closet, dear husband." She corrects me and I let out a groan. The rest of the day goes in a blur with her unpacking and me leaving her to it, deciding to go camp out in Emilio's room instead.
When the day finally seems to end and everyone retreats to their rooms and I'm kicked out of Emilio's I return to my own.
Alina's POV:
I'm a mess. Why did I not think of this before. I usually go to bed naked and in turn- have no pajamas and now that it's night time, I'm supposed to go to bed. But thats the thing, I won't be sleeping alone anymore. And I don't know what to wear to bed.
I hear the door to the room creak open, probably Leo, while I, in the closet am panicking. So I decided to go for the most suitable option, underwear. After 20 sessions of 'breathe in, breathe out' I walk outside the closet to see Leo on the bed lying sideways unfortunately facing me. I immediately avert my eyes and feel my face burn. His heavy gaze raking over my whole body. The tension in the air seems to be peeling pieces off of me. He takes a shark intake of breath.
"Shut up." I blurt out. "But I didn't say anything." "I don't care just- don't speak" I utter out. "Remind me of why you're in your underwear?" He says and I'm sure my ears have gone red. "I think I just told you to not speak but since this feels really awkward and embarrasing, I'm used to being the only one in bed so I go to bed naked which figures why I don't have pj's so I'm in my underwear because no way in hell was I going to walk out naked-" I blurt all of that in a single breath, "Breathe." He says and my nerves instantly seem to calm down and i hate it. He coveres his eyes with his hands leaving me confused.
"I have my eyes closed so just calm down, Al'. The closets 5th drawer is mine, you can take my shirt from there, I swear I'm not peeking so just go wear that." He says and my heart melts as I let out a slow and controled breath. I wear a dark grey shirt that falls mid thigh as could easily pass as a dress for me thanks to the man's 6'3 figure. The shirt also smells like him thats driving me insane but I won't be giving voice to that thought.
"You done?" a voice bloomd from outside and i walk out without replying and go straight to lay down. Minuets pass and were both on the opposite ends on the bed looking up, fully concious. The air seems thick with awkwarness and I desprately want to say something to break the tension. "What's your favoraite colour?" he asks out of nowhere
"dude that is so random and stop talking to me like were friends, were not. Enemies, remember?" "Can't enemies know each others favoraite colors?" "I didn't ask yours" "but I asked yours" "go to sleep, Leo." We fall into comfortable silence and soon I feel his breaths even out meaning he's asleep.
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It's two in the morning and I'm just looking around observing the room when the sheets shift and I feel Leo wake up. I try to close my eyes and pretend to sleep. "What are you doing awake at 2 in the damn morning?" He asks.
"I'm pulling an all-nighter"
"Why?"
"Because...I want to."
"Even a dead man wouldn't believe that, why aren't you sleeping, Alina?"
"I...can't sleep."
"What do you mean you can't sleep?"
A wave of distress washes over me at the remembrance and I try to brush it off and he seems to understand it's something I don't want to talk about. He reaches out his hand as if to touch me but I feel a sudden sickness as graphic images of that night pop up into my mind. I flinch and he pulls back his hand. I look away and so does Leo. A few rigid moments later he seems to retreat to his thoughts and I try to distract myself as I feel rotten ghost touches linger on my skin from that bloody night.
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A/N:
I wanted ya'll to have a sneak peak in our mans head and this chap also kinda started the storys build up so I promise it's gonna get good soon.
Also I wanted to make another thing clear- this story will contain smut. But for anyone who feels uncomfy I'll be adding a warning before beggining smut so you can adjust accordingly cuz we love all our bbg's and want them to read without anyone being triggered.
Be happy and keep reading!<3 :)
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The Assassin's Pride
RomantikAlina Sokolov- a walking seduction and a temptress, one of the top assassins who can kill with mere words. Though her past isn't as pretty, she's willing to do everything to leave it behind and has vowed to become a weapon none can stop, not even hi...