Torn Prince X Reader

Chapter 1

[1]The back of a cold hand caressed your warm cheek, the simple touch stirred you from sleep. [EYE COLOR] eyes snapped open as you shot up, the mysterious man who has been sitting by your bed the entire time as you slept did not once bat an eye. Instead, his eyes just followed you until you took a gander around. Finding nothing and no one in sight, the room now cold. It hasn't been this cold in a couple of years, it was weird, it was the middle of summer with a very angry heatwave happening. Non-the-less, it was comforting this time. 

You welcomed it. 

Taking one last look around before collapsing to your back, blanket carelessly hanging off the bed. Once you drifted back to the dream world, the figure from before now laid upon his disfigured side. Facing you and starring,

"I've been gone for so long. Trapped in that fucking hellhole.[2]" Royce took this opportunity to wipe the drool that escaped the side of your mouth. 

Yeah...

You're a drooler when you sleep. 

The very same hand then cupped your cheek tenderly, gently stroking. 

"I promise I won't leave so easily this time... I missed you Dollface." The male's eyes then moved to the sliding closet, long claw-like fingers peeking out, tapping each digit one by one, waiting. Next time you opened your eyes, the sun had awoken you. Laughing as it told many people,

'It's time to wake up.~'

 You preferred to sleep, playing god in your made up world or watching as your main character does so. Groggily sitting up to rub your eyes lazily and to even stand from the bed, but instead of standing, you actually fell to the ground with a groan. Laughter from your mom came from across the hall where the bathroom was located, karma for laughing when she fell on the treadmill. Mumbling to yourself as you stood up, your [EYE COLOR] eyes darted to the clock.

"I still have two hours before I go to work." Easily swiping the rubber band from next to the clock, with practiced fingers, your [SHORT/LONG HAIR] pulled into a ponytail. You weren't like most people, take a shower in the morning, doing your hair for like 2 hours, and applying make-up even longer. 

Nope.

A simple hair pulled up and just randomly thrown on uniform or clothes for your day. You were now at the door, slipping your work shoes on and now you were ready to head out. Your job was an hour away and then you'll have to had to go straight to a class reunion. Weird that they were holding one early in the life period. Well, just a few years that is... You were seventeen when you graduated and now at the adult age of 23. As usual, the sidewalks were bare of any life, but, a lot of cars zooming past. The bastards not letting you walk across the crosswalk, even when the let was red and the sign saying you're allowed to cross. Once you were able to, a couple of people cursed you out and threw their fags[3] out the window at you when you had the right away. "Fucking assholes." You mumbled, you really couldn't say that you worked at a toy store. The sound of feet skidding across the gravel had caught Royce's attention, the slight sway of the bat stopped and the top rested upon the ground as his eyes caught the sight of a person. His ghostly form relaxed at the familiar form of the very person he waited for, pride and joy filled his being, oh how you still took his path.

"That fucking bastard," Royce grumbled with anger, tall body of smoke following behind your form. The former baseball player hated that thing, it showed up when the male very first spotted you. There was something familiar about the thing, but Royce didn't know what, just couldn't put his finger on it.

[1]-Indents don't show
[2]-Takes place after the events of the movie
[3]-I'm not talking about the gays, I'm talking about the cigarettes. Just like calling a flashlight a torch.