She didn't say anything as she exited the bathroom. What could she say! Uh, you're right, I thought you were going to kill me! Ha, come on, like she would really say that! As she closed the door and turned around, she came within inches of Emrys' face. He happened to startle her, knocking her against the door. "Oh Emrys, you shocked me." "Mmm, say my name again, angel." What was going on! Why was she not weirded out about this! Instead, she felt.....turned on? "Emrys..." she said in a breathy voice. "Mmm, baby," Emrys said huskily, coming closer to Waverly, pushing her further against the door. They were now flush against one another. Why was she so turned on? It's not like she hasn't touched another guy before. As she stared into the forest green eyes of the man before her, she didn't notice that Emrys' hand had advanced. It had advanced so much so that it was now giving Waverly's bottom a squeeze and pulling her even closer to his chest. He heard the faintest moan escape her adorable lips; creating his own grunt. *********************************** He vowed always to protect her and love her from afar. To always keep her safe from others and.....himself. He doesn't want to destroy her innocence and gentleness, with his dark and corrupted world, that's why he stays away from her. But what happens when he's challenged with saving her and letting himself been seen or hiding in the shadows and letting her die. Will he save her OR let her slip from his hands? *all photos belong to their rightful owners.

She is kind Shy Gullible Pure Adorable Sweet Beautiful And innocent. Her name is Lavender. He is dark Dangerous Feared Dominant Strong Confident And possessive. ******************************** "Why are you crying?" He asked her. Voice so deep and groggy it sent chills down her spine. "I-it's n-no-nothing." She whispered and looked down. Face flushed and embarrassed. "Tell me." He almost commanded. Tugging her chin to look straight to him. She thought about telling him the reason for her tears but thought of the outcome, which would result in him laughing and decided to shake her head. "Tell. Me." He asked again this time voice edged with slight anger. Although she didn't know why. Lavender felt the need to cry again, and so the tear flowed freely against her flushed cheeks. "N-no o-o-on-one wants to be my fri-friend." She answered, expecting a laugh. "You don't have to cry because of dumb fucktards красота. If it means something to you, I'll be your friend." He said calm and collected. You can almost hear the possessiveness in his voice, but he himself does not know why he's acting like this towards a girl who he just met. Ranked #3 on innocent: 09/10/19 Ranked #32 on cute: 19/03/19 Ranked #1 on hisgirl: 13/05/19 Ranked #2 on fear: 06/19 Ranked #13 on teenfiction: 18/10/19