I hate you, I love you - Morro x Female reader

Chapter Two

Havana - Camila Cabello

The ground rattled under me, like a tiny earthquake. My eyes snapped open as I realized where I was...and who I was with. I jolted upwards, bracing myself on my hands. "YOU!" I yelled, watching as the man looked back at me.

"She awakens," he grinned, pulling his hood off, revealing short hair that fell an inch past his earlobes. He smiled, his eyes glinting in the setting sun. The man grasped my chin in his fingers and inspected my face as if I was the only human he has ever seen.

I slapped his hand away. He turned around, his smile still playing on his lips. He turned and stared out at the setting sun.

"Who are you?" I asked after a moment of silence, worry coating my voice, making me sound pathetic.

"Morro," he grinned, turning back around. "And you?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I have my reasons. A pretty girl must have an even more beautiful name."

My face burned red. "What? I-no! You creep!"

Morro laughed, his eyes crinkling at the edges. I could tell that no other girl would really speak that way to him. I brushed my hair behind my ear, red with every single emotion. Morro chuckled deeply, but soon his smile faded and he was staring into my eyes, a hint of curiosity and mischief lingered in his eyes, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

I felt his shallow breaths on my face, his lips barely an inch away from mine. His hair rustled in the cool breeze when he stood up.

I blushed, blood rushing to my head. The place where he stood was replaced by the wind, but it felt empty. Morro turned and stared off past the clouds, his expression giving off one thing: adventure. He wanted adventure somewhere. I could tell that was what he wanted.

No matter how much I wanted to slap him for kidnapping me, I felt drawn towards him. I wanted to know what he was up to.

My heart pounded hard and loud in my ears whenever he looked at me. I knew I shouldn't feel that way. I should just be angry, but I couldn't help it!

My hands started to shake when he began to walk towards me again. "So you gonna tell me who you are?" Morro asked once again, leaning down to meet my gaze.

"No," I responded with a weak growl.

"Why not?"

"You have your reasons, I have mine," I snapped.

"If I told you why you're still here with me and not dead, will you tell me one of your reasons? Or at least your name?"

I clenched my teeth, digging my fingernails into the palms of my hands. I really had no reasons for not telling him my name except for the fact that he had kidnapped me. But he had told me that there was a reason he had kept me alive. I needed to find out why. "Fine. Tell me why I'm not dead, and I'll tell you my name."

"Promise?" He said, a flirtatious smile lingering on his lips.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine...What are you doing?"

He had linked his left pinkie finger with mine. "Promise?" He repeated himself.

I wasn't going to lie, that actually was kind of cute. "Yes, I said fine already."

"But do you promise?"

"Yes I-"

"Then kiss me. And swear it."

I blushed. "What? No! No, I'm not-I just met you!"

"Does that matter? Because I can throw you off this boat right now-"

"No!"

"Then...?"

I was so red, blood rushing to my face and leaving the rest of my body looking drained. He kissed my pinkie finger, his cool lips pressing down on my hand. My breaths quickened and became erratic. I was panicking on the inside, but I can't let him see that side of me. I can't. I won't.

Morro gestured for me to kiss his finger too. I turned red, but I kissed his finger anyway, embarrassed. A promise is a promise. It's not like I haven't done this before, but only with my female friends and relatives. As a joke, though. This time, I was willing to bet my life depended on this kiss.

I pulled away after a quick peck and looked back up. His hand was already behind my head as he kissed me, his lips soft against mine. I gasped as he deepened the kiss. I was frozen. Literally. I couldn't move, I couldn't see. I didn't want to feel anything. I just wanted this to be over. This had to all be a dream, right? Right.

Morro pulled away, grinning at the flushed look on my face. "Okay," he said simply, leaning back on his heels.

How can he be so...so calm about this?

"You tell me your reason first," I said, glad my voice didn't break.

"Well, I need you...Okay, that came out really weird but I need you for a reason I can't tell you."

"That's not a reason!"

"No, I told you my reason and now there's another reason and I can't tell you."

That makes absolutely no sense.

"Your turn," Morro grinned.

"My name is Y/n."

"I was right. You do have a beautiful name."

"Whatever," I said, hoping I wasn't still red.

"I'm not lying," he said, smiling widely, hidden dimples pressing into his cheeks. "I don't lie."

"You're the bad guy. You're always going to lie in order to get what you want."

"Actually, as the villain, I see no point in pretending and lying and faking something I am not. Lying is just a bad habit people tend to get into. So let me tell you, Y/n, I will never lie to you."

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A/N: Hello people. Sorry I haven't been updating. I have been quite caught up with all the other stories. This chapter was fairly short, but I promise longer ones are to come. ❤❤❤