The Devils Princess

One name.
➪ Apollo Bianchi. Cold and Rude. Sends chills down the spines of those who know of this terrifying man. Except her.

➪ Archealia Raine. Naive and Innocent. Sounds like she wouldn't hurt a fly. But everyone has their demons, right?

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Rushing, I bumps into a wall with force, falling on my bum, tears start to sting my eyes. Looking up with a wobbly lip and tear-filled eyes, standing in front of me was in fact not a wall, but a handsome man.
"You okay there, little one?" The hunk asks, 'ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑘?!' I start to blush profusely, shakily, I manage to let out a quiet, "yeah". I start to stand up, only to see a hand come into my vision, deciding to take it, I stand up. Without looking at the man, I quickly whisper out a "thank you", and try to mover around him, 'keyword: try', but he ends up grabbing on to my arm, looking up at him in shock, he quietly gasps and proceeds to ask, "What's your name, love?". '𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠?!', shaking my head, I answer, "Archealia, sir".

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