Light In The Dark

◈ Chapter Three ◈

     The entire car ride you did your best to keep yourself from glancing out the window. Seeing houses of friends and large business buildings in your community crushed to pieces... That hurt you. As much as you tried to hide it in front of the silvered eyed leader, he obviously noticed how uncomfortable it made you.

     His soft fingers trace at your skin, it felt as though he was trying to convince himself that this was real. Just like you, he probably was still doubting the idea that he could have a soulmate. A man who was thought to have no soul at all, now had a mate attached to it? It was a bit hard to believe. But you saw it, so did everyone else there... The children, his guards, him... You felt it in your chest too. There's no denying it.

     You hated the silence in the car. It filled you with nothing but nervousness, but you really didn't know how to start anything.

     "S-So um..." The boy with the thick eyebrows start to speak quietly. All of the attention turns to him. You were thankful the awkwardness of the ride seemed to disappear a bit as he started to speak "What's your name, kid?" He asked, giving you a glance through the mirror of the car.

     "My name is um... (Y/n)." You state shyly "and you all...?"

     "Well, I'm Paul," The one driving says "This is Patty boi-" he snickers at the boy besides him, who gives him an elbow nudge and a playful glare.

     "Patryk." He says "Please don't call me fukin' Patty- only Paul does that and it's so annoying." He said punching Paul lightly in the arm, causing him to chuckle.

     You let your lips curl into a small grin "Alright! It's nice to meet you both."

     You feel two strong arms slide around you, locking your waist in its grip and pulling you closer to the warm body controlling the limbs. Your body went stiff for a moment, tense from the feeling of the cold, robotic arm that lead to a fake hand, the same hand that held a gun to your head just a moment ago. Your body relaxed only at the feeling of the leader's head resting on your shoulder, nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck and pressing his lips gently to the skin.

     "Tord," he whispers softly "You can call me Tord."

     You snuggle your body closer into his "Okay, Tord." You reply with a soft tone.

     You take a glance to Paul and Patryk in the front, the two glance back at you and the leader and then give each other strange looks.

     "If you have something to say, you two, speak it." Tord said calmly, causing the boys to freeze at the confrontation.

    Paul quickly chuckled, eager to assure the boy that their odd expressions were not meant to offend their leader "Sorry, boss. It's just we aren't so used to this side of you."

     Patryk nods in agreement "Yeah, you never let people call you by name."

     Tord glances down to you and then back up to the boys riding shotgun "Well, other people don't have a soul bond with me, do they?" He grumbles softly, pulling you closer to his body with his mechanic limb.

     "I-I don't have to call you Tord if that makes you uncomfortable!" You say quickly "W-Whatever you're okay with..."

      You hear him chuckle a bit under his breath "Do you guys hear this?" He asked to the two boys in the front seats "Whatever I'm okay with. This one's too cute."

     You feel your cheeks heat up a bit at that comment, and you swivel around a bit to face him "Are you... not mad that you're stuck with me now?" You question curiously. Honestly you had no idea what was going on in this man's head. Maybe if he was an average person you would- but he's not. He's the fucking Red Leader for fucks sake.