Part one of The Revelations Chronicles
Dark and mysterious, Min Yoongi is an enigma. Bad news, in other words. Exactly the kind of preternatural being that Brianna Smith knows she should steer clear of. She doesn't need to be a Seer to know that.
Bu...
No matter how much Brianna knows she shouldn't, she can't help but watch Min Yoongi. He exudes sensuality. Over the span of the last couple of days since he arrived, she's been sneaking looks whenever she can, completely oblivious to the way he watches her in turn.
But he does. He watches her with a heated gaze, fully aware of the looks she casts his way when she thinks he isn't looking. The seer isn't very subtle, no matter how much she might think otherwise.
He wonders if she's even aware of the heat in her gaze whenever her eyes land upon him, or the way it makes his dick stand at attention. He can't help but preen a bit beneath her longing eyes.
Truthfully, he doesn't give a fuck about the genie and his obvious dislike of him. He knows full well that Seokjin doesn't approve of the way he looks at her. But ask him if he cares, and the answer would have to be a resounding "hell no". What does it matter if the Ifrit doesn't approve? It's not his cunt the reaper wants to plow, and Brianna seems more than willing.
She's a big girl, fully capable of making her own decisions.
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At around noon, the chiming of the bell announces to Brianna the arrival of a customer. Despite the trouble in her soul, she forces on her very best smile and prepares for the worst.
The woman that enters is intriguing, Brianna finds. The seer easily senses that she is immortal, but she can't quite get a solid feel on exactly what kind of immortal she is.
The mysterious woman's raven black hair looks soft, and silky. But there is a certain void present within her milky blue eyes, and Brianna is forced to admit that she's never seen such unusual eyes even amongst other immortals. The longer she looks, the more alive those eyes seem to become. The seer is suddenly struck with a feeling as if she's been trapped in a maelstrom, a storm of never ending agony.
The woman blinks as she approaches the counter, soft, full lips pursing in minor irritation.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you it's rude to stare?"
Brianna emits a soft sound of surprise, feeling as if she's been awakened from a trance.
"I'm sorry, " she apologizes profusely, "it's just that you have really pretty eyes. Very unique."
The strange woman smirks, a simple crooked half tilt of her lips that exposes the pearly white teeth beneath.
"I know."
Clearing her throat, Brianna attempts to salvage the situation.
"How can I help you today Ms..."
"You can call me Freya, " the woman reveals, reaching forward to offer her hand for a shake.
Brianna takes her hand, marvelling at how firmly Freya grasps it before shaking. She looks petite, and fragile too. But her grip says she is anything but.
