The Mohiri Warrior

At a very young age I knew the world was different. Not everyone saw what I saw, I found that out the hard way. People looked at me like I was crazy but I knew what I saw. By the age of 10 i knew not to talk to anyone about what I saw, what I could see. I couldn't talk to no one. I trained myself how to fight by watching the supernatural fights in the underground ring. It appeared I'm the only one of my kind.

Ten years later.

I found someone. Someone just like me. I was drawn to him. And I knew he was drawn to me. So I did what I'm good at and I hid. I watched his team from afar. But I slipped up... got to close.

I moved quickly around the corner. I looked behind and didn't see him anymore. I let out a breath as I pressed my body to the ally wall. Closing my eyes sighing in relief. That was way to close. Pushing off the wall after a few more seconds I turned to go farther down the allay but ran into something fleshy and hard. My hands flattened against his chest. My breath caught.

My fingers slowly gripped the black shirt. That was soft. Despite the cold breeze he was warm. Really warm. My hands instantly warmed. Under his v-neck I saw black ink dancing across his collar bones. My mouth suddenly dry I licked my lips and swallowed hard as my eyes traveled up his neck and over his prickly jawline from not shaving today. The smirk the played on his lips told me he knew I had been watching him and he knew it. I met his ice blue eyes. I gasped softly and his fingers applied more pressure on my hips.

"I know your not trying to hide from me." His husky voice cut through the silent cold night. As his smirk grew.

I scoffed, "I would never." My left hand came to my chest to add effect and I rolled my eyes my right hand still on his chest.

He made a 'mmhmm' sound and leans in closer, his soft lips brushed my ear. "I know you've been watching me." He turned his head and ran his nose down to my exposed collar bone and gave jt a soft kiss.