He was vicious. He was dangerous. He was everything, that people feared. People usually kept a distance from him. They said he was bad news. He never got love in his life. He never loved anyone. Lust, yes. Love, no. He wanted to find what love is, after his best friend, his right hand man, found the right person for him. Love was the different topic for him. He didn't know what love is. And how it feels when you fall in love he never experienced anything of that sort.
Always, being in the bad part of this world. Only having feeling of hatred. Being around, disloyalty, disbelief, backstabbers, two headed snakes, cunning Fox like people. He never thought you would find love. For him it was only in the novels that he read during his past time. He never thought, he would ever have the same life as his right hand man, his best friend.
But, Due to certain situations and circumstances, he left his busy City schedules, to meet an old partner in crime. In the small hilly town called,wolf valley. He couldn't understand, I was a boon or a curse. So, as his best friend and partner in crime, set up a meeting at the Misty's Bakery.
Where, he met a small, chubby, long hair, blue-green eyed, Sassy mouthed boy. He had never, in his life ever seen such a beauty. He wanted to know him, to touch his Pretty Little lips, to know him Inside-Out, to be a part of his life, he wanted to Treasures this boy to no end. He saw the boy, his fake smile, is fake happiness.
When they both met Each Other Sight.
They both knew, that they were done for. And that day, then and there. Tristan was claimed for the rest of his life. Without him knowing. He was in High School, when he became someone else's. When he was claimed to be HIS. After that day, everyone around him knew that he was claimed. Claimed by none other than devil himself.
He was claimed by none other than Victor Antonio Ramano. The Mafia leader, whom people feared, in every way and other if possible.
🖤 #5th in blove on 25|04|2019