natalia.

/naˈta.lʲa/
(possession/object)
1.) A charming little thing. Usually consisting of two parts loveable and three parts innocent.

WARNING MATURE CONTENT

A story in which a young girl named natalia gets wrapped up in some trouble one night after being ditched by her best friend/roommate. she had a chance to escape her situation sooner than she might have thought but something seems to hold her back.

"why do you think pink is such a beautiful color angel?" Lorenzo asked petting my hair gently as my head lay on his rising and falling chest. "yes tell us doll, what has you so attached to one color?" Francis, the other asked. his warm hands rested on my bare legs that lay across his lap. "honestly..?" I asked. I had never before found myself comfortable with a man, much less two. somehow here I am. They nodded in response to my question. "well it was always a pretty color to me, but when i got here everything you guys had for me was pink. Almost like you expected my arrival. Pink reminds me of you guys but also the magic of fate." Lorenzo smiled and kissed my cheek while Francis rubbed my right leg giving it a gentle squeeze. "we don't believe in fate doll. We determine our future. We make it for ourselves."

(Cover by @shelbycdance)