Guns, Cigarettes & The Perfect Deal

- Two -

- Jeon Y/N -

With a heavy heart, I stepped inside the large office.

My sight focused on the ground as I didn't dare to look up. Looking next to me I saw my father bowing and I followed his lead, the other man that led us into this room took place on one of the seats in front of the desk instead.

"She is here, sir."

I glanced up at the man as I heard his voice, still in my bowing position. Then I averted my eyes in front of me, but I was only met with the sight of the back from a chair and the back of a head that stuck out from it.

Well, he is at least not an old man.

My eyes stared at the dark raven locks of the still unknown man in front of me before I avert them to the ground again.

"Come here Love, I want to take a good look at you."

His low voice took me back a little, and it took me a while before I realized he talked to me. Taking a deep breath in, I stood up straight. I hesitated a moment before taking a step, imagining how I could just turn around and run away from this bullcrap that is supposed to be my future. But of course, it was impossible, I probably wouldn't even make it to the door.

With my eyes focused on the ground, I finally stood in front of the unknown man. His shoes were clean and shiny, expensive that's for sure.

I could feel his eyes piercing through me, the way they moved over my body. It gave me chills, but somehow it was also exciting.

"Look at me."

My heart stopped beating as I heard his low voice again. But it soon started to beat rapidly, yes I was scared to see the man that is probably going to be my whole future. I swallowed down as I took a deep breath in and out, trying to calm myself down.

Looking up, it seems as time stopped. Our gazes locked at each other, my breath caught in my throat. This is not what I expected, because everything is complete the opposite of what I imagined.

His dark raven locks slightly covered his eyes, he was breathtaking. Young, handsome and well build, it suddenly made me feel insecure about everything. I don't think I'm ugly, I see myself more as average. But in comparison to him I look like literal trash, he looks like a god.

But his eyes were like a maze, I was suddenly lost in them.

Nope, this ain't it. He will never agree to marry someone like me. Why marry a potato bag, when you can have literally everyone? Yup, I'm dead. My father is probably going to sell me to an old man now since I'm not pleasing enough to be seen next to a young handsome man.

My insecure thoughts were suddenly pushed away as I felt his arms around me, pulling me into his laps. I gasp softly, as I automatically wrapped my arms around his shoulder to keep my balance.

His hand raised and my eyes closed automatically. Is he going to slap me just to humiliate me, to show me where my place is? But instead of that, I felt a soft caress on my cheek. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was met with a soft gaze.

"Beautiful and pure, just how I remember."

His voice was low and my heart shattered from what he just said, cliché but so beautiful. It made me long for more, I will just blame the hormones for making me feel the wave of euphoria by what he just said.