"Hey you!"
My head snapped towards the voice
"W-what do you want?" I asked trying to sound tough, but in reality I was terrified. I had just witnessed a murder, a dozen gun men against one kid.
The kid won.
How was that possible? He teleported all over the place and he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty and boy was he a prick, but I wasn't about to tell him that, not after what I just saw.
"Come with me." he said, his eyes dark
"Oh hell no! Look, I know you're capable of killing a whole damn army, but I have a momma to get back to, so, if you don't mind, I'll be taking my leave. Good-bye. Prick." I mutter the last part under my breath as I grab my stuff and head for the door.
In a flash, he's right in front of me and I groan. I had forgotten about his power.
"Actually, I do mind. You're coming with me." He grabs my arm and there is a blue flash. Where the hell is this guy taking me and why do I have to be the one?
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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