The Seductive Rose is back, and the first thing he wants to do is kill the one thing Bryan loves on this earth;
Inpu.
Of course, he knows he can't win alone against Inpu with the rest of them, he just came back from the dead, after all. So, he made a plan. He would catch Inpu alone, with nobody around for miles. Then, he would attack.
It was foolproof, or so he thought.
However, when the time came, something happened.
After all, The Seductive Rose looks quite a bit like Bryan. The same eye shape, cheekbones, jawline... the main differences are his skin and hair color, but he still looks too much like him for comfort.
Inpu felt his heart shatter once again, and he ran at Rose.
Rose had expected a blow of some kind. A punch, kick, body slam... anything but what happened next.
Inpu enveloped Rose in a tight embrace.
Rose gasped in shock, freezing in place.
A... 𝔥𝐔Ꮆ...
He had never been touched so... gently before.
There was no pain, no hurt...
Where was the pain he was so used to receiving?
He didn't understand....
He... didn't... understand...
H̶͎̖̻̫͎̱͉̿̆Ę̷̯̯̜͕̘̰̯̝͋̈́͂̎̈́̅͝ ̵̡̜͎͖̣̼͐̀̈͘͝D̷͍̦̰̻̳̩͈̃̓̾͠Í̶̧̻̘͓̜̂͝͝D̵̻͖͊̋̈́̒̀̔̚͝Ṋ̶͔͙͓̋́͂'̴̢̖̩̂̌̿̒̔́̆͘͝Ṭ̶̭̑̓́͗ ̸̖̟̩͍͕̤͖́̎́̄̕ͅŲ̵̡̙͔̭̈͊̈́̇́̐́͜Ṅ̵̫͚̪͆͘Ḋ̷̡͔̙͓̠͖̖̗̈́́̂̊̅̂̐̕Ę̵̧͈̥̬̘͚́R̶͇̲̒S̴̢̭͖̆̿̇́̆̈́̂͛͂͋T̵͚͓͔̝͒͐͛̀͋̅̎͛͝A̵̜̟̩̲̽͗̎͒́̈́̾̊͘̚͜ͅǸ̷̨̟̕D̶̨̫̜͉̬̠̉̕̚!̶̲̰͓̪̯̳͍̭̪̑̈̅̈́͋̾̒̄̕͝ͅ!̶͈̭͍̳͉͕̼̯̖͂͑!̸̝̣̘̗̟͈̘̗͖̌
And then it went black...
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.