"Amid secrets, desires, and shadows, love finds its brightest glow in the darkest hours."
she was the girl who wore moonlight, searching for herself in a world full of shadows, he was the boy with a hidden heart, drawn to her light. Together, they'l...
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The morning sun sliced through the blinds of my room, spilling light onto the chaos I called home. Helmets and jackets were tossed around, and a pair of gloves hung off the back of a chair. My bed was half-made-just enough to convince anyone passing by that I cared. Spoiler: I didn't.
I rolled out of bed, streching until my shoulders cracked. My phone buzzed on the nightstand with messages from girls whose names I vaguely remembered. A few had sent pictures, too, but I didn't bother opening them.
"Charming," I muttered, tossing the phone aside.
Dragging myself out of the bed, eyes half- closed, i glanced at the mess. There it was—slightly hidden beneath the covers. A small, worn-out stuffed bear. Something about it made my chest tighten, and without thinking, i quickly shoved it under my pillow.
I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to shake off the weird feeling it always face me. I didn't know why I kept it, and frankly, i didn't care. No one ever asked, no one ever knew.
I quickly moved on, but there was something about that bear that didn't sit right with me. It wasn't just a stuffed toy. It was...hers, I remember the day I'd taken it from her. It has been a stupid thing, a childish thing-something i probably shouldn't have done. But that bear-pookie-was a part of my past I hadn't let go of.
I shook my head, the memories hazy, and tried to push them away. It didn't matter. Not now.
I went to the bathroom, glancing at the mirror. Hair disheveled, stubble creeping along my jaw, and a smirk that even i couldn't supress. Yeah, I looked like trouble, and it worked for me.
The shower was the first order of business. Hot water streamed over me as I ran a hand through my hair, letting the heat wake me up. Contrary to what people thought, i wasn't all grit and grease. A guy's got to take care of himself, after all.
Stepping out of the shower, i reached for the shelf that held my prized collection of grooming essentials—nothing fancy, just the basics. I rubbed a face cleanser over my skin, the minty scent sharp and refreshing. After rinsing, I followed up with moisturizer, massaging it onto my face with practiced ease. Smooth skin didn't just happen on its own.
Next came my hair. I towel—dried it and ran a bit of product through, making sure it stayed artfully messy without looking like I'd tried too hard. The final touch was a swipe of cologne-a scent that was woodsy with just enough edge to suit my style.
Fully dressed in my leather jacket, a black T-shirt, and boots, I felt like myself again. Tossing my towel onto the back of a chair, i grabbed my helmet and headed downstairs.
The Blackwood's mansion was it's usual morning buzz of noise. My mom, willow, was in the kitchen, probably plotting something, and Ryder's brooding voice carried faintly from another room. I ignored them both.
