Psychotic lover

Chapter 4

"Gotcha" she beamed as she tenderly picked up the crown.

She let out a long breath, taking in every aspect of the valuable piece of treasure she held in her hand, the jewel pieces shimmering under the dim lights. She was mesmerised by the way it twinkled, no matter how she twisted and turned the artifact, it always shined brightly.

A Cheshire grin was etched on her face as she walked towards her bag, her feet crunching with every step she took.

She gently placed the crown beside her bag before fishing out a marker from it whilst picking up a large piece of glass. She drew a three-point crown, all her lines straight and her small circles perfect.

This was, after all her best act by far. Everything was to be flawless with no room for any form of error regardless of how minute.

She carelessly tossed the glass piece aside before turning back to her bag, about to tuck the crown into it before she abruptly stopped dead in the tracks. She took a deep breath, the grin vanished as though it had never been there to begin with.

She slowly spun around, only to face a man who appeared to be in his early 20s.

Admittingly, he was handsome, she couldn't deny. He had tousled hazel hair, with striking green eyes that drew her in. He had a sleek jawline, firm, coloured lips, with sculpted cheekbones and a clean shaven chin. He held his head high, as his hands were tucked into the pocket of his jeans, confidence practically oozing off his muscular figure.

He was the type of guy females from her school would drool over, but thankfully she wasn't a easy grab. In fact, she wasn't even sure if she was a grab at all.

Her heterochromatic eyes skimmed over his poor choice of clothing, which was a simple cotton t-shirt, a forest green jacket, a pair of jeans and leather shoes.

He had to be accustomed to the cold if he was wearing so little and was seemingly unaffected by it. And his choice of clothing were poor if she were to say so herself. It didn't seem to grant high mobility, and the confidence he posed off began to eat at her. 'Is it all for show, or does the weirdo actually have something up his sleeves?'

The duo stood facing each other, both staring deep into each other's eyes, neither of the party willing to back out. They were observing each other, trying to get as much information off the opposite as possible.

"Now what may a fine maiden like you be doing here?" The male spoke, his voice deep and smooth.

"I could ask the same, Romeo" the female retorted sharply, her eyes still trained on the male that stood in front of her.

"Ah, no need to get all hostile now, I just want something you currently have, and I would truly appreciate it if you could kindly give it to me" he spoke, an underlying tone of warning evident.

"Well, I could, but where's the fun in that?" She chuckled, before bending over to pick up the crown.

"You're funny" he mused, lips curled to form a smirked, "but I don't quite appreciate your sense of humour" he muttered, striding towards the small female slowly before coming to a halt in front of her.

"And I don't appreciate your closeness" the female glared back defiantly, her head craned up to face the man.

"You listen here, and you listen well" he snarled, "if you were smart, you'd hand that crown over and keep that pretty mouth of yours shut."