He was enchanted, she was not.
She was human, and he was not.
Complete opposites they were. Yet, both continued to fall dangerously deeper into a forbidden love.
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Book 1 in the "Blast to the Past Collection."
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"Loving someone can sometimes cause you to loathe yourself."
— Forbidden Love
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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
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Marinette didn't know what was more frightening: practically walking into a game of monopoly– where the actual cat and her played the role of the mice, and Chat Noir's fiancé and father played the role as the devil himself– practically ready to devour anything in their paths to get what they wanted. Or the fact that she was relying on her hold to Chat Noir's arm as her stability and comfort.
Since when did she ever need a man to make her feel safe?
If Chat Noir was just as nervous as she was, he didn't bother to show it. He looked straight ahead, eyes locked heavily on his destination, and head held high in determination. If anything, the more strides they took down the long corridor, the longer it seemed that their strides would never end. Marinette could practically feel the sweat droplets running down her forehead as the entrance to the royal dining area neared closer and closer.
As if sensing her uneasiness, Chat Noir paused in his strides, causing Marinette to halt right next to him. Bewildered on why they had stopped, Marinette looked up to meet his eyes, already to find he was staring down at her– his emerald eyes for some reason sending shivers down her spine.
What in the world?
"You are tense," he said as if it were blatantly obvious– which it probably was. "Try to relax."
"Trust me, I am trying." replied Marinette, her shoulder slumping from being so exhausted from her worry. "It is not as easy as it looks."
Placing one of his hands on her shoulder for comfort, he sent her a look she cannot quite read. But if she had to guess, she would say it was a look of pity. "You know you can always back out, right?" And this time, Marinette can see the concerned worry swarming in his eyes. Just staring deeply in them could get her lost, and that was something she deeply worried about. What if this whole ordeal was sending mix feelings, to not only Chat Noir, but to herself? The last think Marinette wanted was to beginning feeling some sort of romantic feelings for Chat Noir.
Or was she always beginning to feel them?
Either way, Marinette could not allow such feelings to be known, even if they did exist. Chat Noir could never find out, and she certainly was not going to tell him. She had never felt so close to someone before in her life; someone who she could easily relate to. But what she was playing was a dangerous game. She vowed she would never marry. And that was a vow she would keep.
"I know, but you need my help." With a timid smile, she reached up to pat his hand which was still resting against her shoulder. However, he made no attempt to remove his hand, and in all honesty, she was not exactly sure if she wanted him to.
