𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➙ 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ "They're for you," he whispers softly, and the moonlight seeping through the curtains bathes his jaw in a wonderful tone, "Everything I've written, is for you." or The one in which Hemmings is a professor with hidden secrets and he can't seem to keep his hands off his student. *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ [includes smut, mentions of alcohol and or drug use, violence]

In which a troubled man with a dangerous future meets a selfless girl with a horrifying past. Who knew they would be each other's saving grace? WARNING- This story will contain mature content. ~~~~~~~ "You don't scare me," I braved a strong face as my voice nearly caved and demolished any chance of him buying that. "Oh yeah?" He smiled at this, finding nothing but amusement in my words like the narcissistic control freak he was. Luke stepped forward, cornering me against the hard wall so I had no chance to escape. One hand was pressed against the space next to my head, while he slowly brought his other hand up to my neck. I was frozen in fear and confusion as to what he was about to do, when he suddenly took two fingers and pressed them against my skin. I could feel my pulse thumping against his touch, wishing I could do nothing but slow down my erratic heartbeat to help my case. But with Luke's fingers burning the skin of my neck by his touch and his close proximity to me, I felt like I couldn't breathe properly. "Then why is your heart racing, troublemaker?"