Cross My Heart (18+)

Dreaming

I woke up to the feel of my face pressed a stone hard, warm chest. Instinctively, I wanted to snuggle into the warmth. I had never felt so comfortable in my life. However, my eyes quickly peeled open as I realized this wasn't a dream. Everything around me was blurry as I felt myself being carried, but I could feel my stomach lurch.

It was The Diablo.

"Put me down!" I began to scream and kick in utter panic. He came to a halt momentarily, before placing a large hand over my mouth. His hand alone covered well over half of my face as he tried to silence my screams. I tried to pry his fingers off of me, but my strength was no match for his. His grasp tightened around my waist as he held me bridal style. I continued to kick vigorously, but he was far from phased. My chest was constricting, and it felt like I couldn't breathe properly. A vicious killer was holding me like a fucking newborn baby.

"You need to calm down. I am taking you to your apartment." His voice rang through the air, low and rough. I had never heard him speak, so I was taken aback. He removed his hand from my mouth after a few seconds, my mouth agape from what was happening. All I knew was that I wanted out of his grasp immediately. He could break my body in half like a goddamn twig if he wanted to.

"I can handle myself, thank you very much." God, I sounded like a toddler. Also, why was he holding me? Not even a few hours ago a knife was plunged into his stomach.

"Obviously not, you were passed out on the street. You could've been killed." He murmured back, his voice much calmer than mine. I huffed in defeat, feeling less terrified for my life than I was just a few minutes ago. I pulled my brows together, confused as to how he knew to get to my apartment complex. As if he was reading my mind, he began to speak.

"I've seen you before. You tend to leave your blinds open late at night." My face flushed bright red, wanting the world to swallow me whole so I that could escape my embarrassment. That means he had definitely seen me dancing goofily in the windows, pasta sauce smeared on my face, pacing around, and talking to myself. Thankfully, I never got undressed in my room, but in my bathroom instead. I assumed that no one could see me, due to the fact that my apartment room was a few floors up. I inhaled sharply through my nose, my arms crossed over my chest as this giant of a man carried.

I had to admit, despite my utter embarrassment and terror, I felt like a goddamn princess. I wasn't exactly the thinnest, so a part of me felt flattered.

Christ, why the fuck was I thinking about this? My mind was a jumbled mess right now as I lay limply in his arms. I let out a breath of relief as we approached my apartment, my body feel loose as he sat me down on the floor right near my door. Immediately I stumbled a bit, my legs feeling asleep and shaky. His strong hand grasped around my wrist, holding it tightly. I winced from the pressure, making his eyes widen. "Sorry."

"What happened? Why were you asleep? Do you even know how dangerous that is?" His eyes suddenly looked angry as he spoke through gritted teeth. Why did he seem to care so much? My lips parted, I didn't have have an explanation. Maybe it was my lack of medication, my numerous panic attacks, or even the lack of sleep I had.

"I just haven't slept in a while." I replied shortly, fumbling through the mess I had in my back pocket to find my keys. His eyes narrowed, seeming unconvinced. His hand lingered on my skin, making my heart beat uncontrollably fast. I slowly removed my wrist from his calloused touch, shakily unlocking my apartment door.

I turned to him, giving him a weak smile as he towered about me by far more than a foot. He looked down at me, making me feel like an ant. I coughed awkwardly as he stood there, tilting his head to examine me. He was looking at me like a damn calculus equation.

I lifted my hand to wave goodbye, murmuring a small "thank you" before closing my door. I leaned my back against the door, still feeling his presence outside for a few moments. I inhaled deeply, trying to calm my heart. I couldn't pass out again, I could've hit my head earlier and killed myself. Maybe that's a little dramatic, but still.

I trudged to my bed, keenly remembering to close my curtains. I then changed into my pajamas, which consisted of an oversized t-shirt and underwear. I splashed water onto my flushed face, rubbing the dry tears from my cheeks. My hair was a mess, the tight ponytail I had earlier had now dropped. My baby hairs were frizzy, and there were massive dark circles under my eyes. I peaked from my curtains, only my eyes visible.

I gasped as I saw The Diablo standing on the vacant street below me, his hands in his pockets — his eyes on mine. His face was illuminated by the moon and few lampposts around him, showing the diamond-sharpness of his jaw. I closed my blinds before ensuring that my door was locked.

This was beyond terrifying.

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One of the first true interactions between Lux and Demetrius. Demetrius clearly doesn't understand social cues very well, but hey, that's okay.

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-C