❛ 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ❜ ៸៸ paris x reader (hiatus)

O6. devotion

❏ 𝗱𝗲·𝘃𝗼·𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻
(𝘯.) 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺, 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦.

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The warmth of my bed made me feel safe. The sun was shining happily through the window and onto the floor, creating strips from the blinds. I finally felt more relaxed since I got more sleep in my schedule. Last night was terrible. Everything about it was terrible. I'm just glad that it's finally the next day. I laid in bed a little while longer, soaking in the warmth of the sheets.

Once I got up, my sock covered feet land on the soft carpet flooring. I sat on the edge of my bed for a moment to wake up a little more before actually getting up and saying a grand hello to this day. I rub my eyes, then reach my arms high to feel the satisfaction of my muscles and joints not being so tense. I open my bedroom door and head down the hall to the kitchen for breakfast. "Good morning, you slept in pretty late."

The voice woke me up, like a bucket of ice-cold water being poured over your head. I was so shocked that I jolted on the hard floor and slipped. The back of my head made a loud thud. I'm sure I gained a bruise from that. I wince at the pain and just lay there on the floor. Feeling dead. A form leaned over my dead weight of a body and stared down at me. I squint at the person to see that it wasn't just anyone. I'm just glad to say that it wasn't some homeless person who would have came in through the front door, being unlocked from me being too exhausted.

"You truly are a clumsy fool." I groan a little from feeling the pain coursing through my head. "Are you alright?" Paris asked as he reaches and pulls me up off the solid cold wooden floor. I nod my head slowly. I felt like I was going to fall over from drowsiness, so I cling to his white button-up shirt. "You should probably sit down. I'll get you something for your head and a morning beverage," he said to me as he slowly sat me down on the wooden bar stool. I swear the way he talks just sounds so sophisticated. I'll in no way sound like that any time soon.

My head laid on the counter and I let my eyes be welcomed by the darkness. I wasn't going back to sleep, I just wanted to relax for a while. A sigh slips past my chapped lips as I sit up and let my chin rest on the counter in front of me. "Paris." He hums in response as he slides a bag of frozen carrots in my view. I place it on top of my head. "How and why are you in my house?"

Paris was pouring rich dark coffee in a mug that had a tiny moon design on it. "Well, first off you're not the best at hiding things, and I wanted to make sure that you were up to greet the Wright's," he responded while placing the mug in front of my face.

"The Wright's who?" I looked up at Paris with squinting eyes.

He lets out a sigh. "The Wright's, Yumi's guardians." I was still confused, and I'm sure he figured that out since he said, "the little girl who went missing." He never looked so frustrated. I've never seen a toy with so much emotion before. What else can he do?

"Sorry." I sit up and look down at the hot bean water in the mug. The smell of the fresh brewed roasted coffee filled my nose. "I just woke up, so my brain isn't fully working at the moment." A yawn escapes from between my lips.

"I see," he mumbles under his non-existing breath.

I smell the dark hot coffee, before getting up and fixing it to my taste. "Not the best at hiding things, you never finished telling me how you got in."