The Dictionary Of Ambreigns

Black

Black /blak/
Adjective
Of the very darkest color owing to the absence of or complete absorption of light; the opposite of white

  He wore sunglasses so he could hide the black stain on his eye. Roman had told him not to go alone but he didn't listen. He went alone because he wanted to and he didn't want to see Roman getting hurt. 3 vs 1 and he had won, barely. He went to go get some food for them but he made that tiny pitstop. But his food was untouched and he left the scene as if it were nothing. Ever since his dad died, he left some unfinished business with certain people and they wanted Old Man Ambrose to pay up. But he wasn't here anymore, so they targeted the next best thing. Dean.
  Roman wasn't going to be happy about seeing the black eye and Dean knew that. Roman was the bodyguard that his dad left for his son. But after seeing a man with a cute smile and ass, he asked Dean out and became a thing. Roman never regret it. Neither did Dean but they hated how they always had to sleep with their eyes open. Living in fear was torturous enough. But no matter what, they stuck together because all they needed was each other.
Dean decided to buy his boyfriend a gift to save himself from serve punishment. But then he remembered the food. He changed his mind but postponed his shopping till later on in the day. He ran the rest of the way home.
  Roman was pacing back and forth. He was supposed to protect Dean at all times, bodyguard or boyfriend. He was a care bear and he'd go nuts if something were to happen to the boy because of him not being there to protect him. He decided to watch YouTube on his smart tv.
  "D-a-i-t-h-i-space- D-e-space- N-o-g-l-a- Enter." Roman spelt out to find one of his favorite YouTubers. Once he did, he immediately searched for "Gmod Deathrun Prison Break" and started watching. He couldn't concentrate on the tv though. He looked towards the screen but he wasn't looking at it. His mind raced and Dean popped up way too many times that it frightened him. He always thought of him but these thoughts weren't so lovely as his sweetheart. Until he felt the warmth of his baby around him, the only thing he'll be feeling is the black bruise on his heart.
  Dean had made it home. But instead of going through the door, he went through the window, into their bedroom. He didn't see his lover on their king sized bed so he slipped into the room without noise. He changed into more comfy clothes, as in boxers and a tank top and off he went to find his Samoan. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he looked over to his right, to the sound of an Irish man screaming fuck. He entered the living room with caution and let go of his breath.
He became calm when he saw the tv on with his Samoan watching. He wrapped his arms around him and was thrown to the other side of the couch onto a bronze lap. He gasped and was met with dark grey eyes, which meant he was furious and filled with lust. It wasn't going to end up good for him or his hole and he knew it. Roman roughly claimed his lips and pulled the smaller boy closer to him. Dean was melting and suffocating in the heat.
  Roman picked him up and took him to their room. He placed the blue eyed boy onto the bed and walked towards the door. But before he closed the door, he smiled as his eye color became black.