𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚
25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him.
𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬
20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth per...
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My world felt like it was submerged in an ocean; deep, cold, dark and hazy. The sounds coming from around me felt distant and muffled, almost like I was underwater.
A crushing weight held down my eyelids, disregarding all my attempts of opening them. After a few attempts, I pryed them open, only to shut them close again when a glaringly white light struck my vision with invisible force.
The brightness stung, sending a sharp jolt through my head. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense about where I was. My gaze studied the place I was in; white room, drawn curtains, sterile smell.
There was a faint beeping coming from beside me, causing me to catch a glimpse of the machines set behind me. It was faint, but enough to cut right through my foggy mind which was clouded with disorientation.
I was in his medical infirmary.
The slow realisation hit me like a lightning bolt, forcing myself to try and sit upright in a blink. Though, it was futile. There was something on my lap; heavy and grasping me tight enough to not let me sit on my own.
I glanced down, my throat drying up upon seeing a dark haired head nestled against my stomach. His arms were draped around my waist securely, his posture seemingly awkward as he was sat on the chair beside my bed and leaned on my lap.
For a moment, I couldn't breath. His appearance wasn't like one of his pristine self. It seemed disheveled and exhausted. His hair was messy, strands of midnight black hair falling loosely over his forehead. There were dark bags under his eyes, which made him look fatigued even though he was asleep.
I shifted uncomfortably, the faintest movement causing his arms to tighten instinctively, as if even in sleep, he wasn't going to let go of me. His face pressed a little closer and the tension in his features softened for the briefest second.
What is he doing here?
The question echoed in my mind, mingling with the throbbing of my pulse. I debated whether to push him off me and let him land on the floor or to just keep moving until he wakes up. The former seemed appealing, but I lacked the strength to make it happen, so I settled down with the latter.
The second I tried to sit upright again, a sharp sting came from my thighs. I hissed, my hands shooting down there to find rough bandages wrapped around the place.
My eyes widened, the memories of what ended me up here finally crashing down on me. The sound must have stirred him awake, because within seconds, his whole body tensed and eyes snapped open.
