𝐖𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 is the prince of France, he rules with power and strength. He's always been nice and kind towards others, unlike he met the devil. A man, who claims to rule Russia tells him that he has a document that states he will be wed to his sister in almost a year, he felt his mood crash down. His sister was barely the age to marry off, she wanted to go out and travel, not be a housewife. So, he did, what any other amazing brother would do, and terrorize this man.
He thought it would be easy until he realizes, he wants to see him. He wants his eyes to look into his, his heart beats faster every time. He believes it's because he hates him but in reality, all he wanted to is kiss his hard mouth.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐕 is the prince of Russia, since the passing of his father, he's been in control of the whole country. He's very powerful, but to keep his line going, he needs to marry and have children. His father, without his knowing, arranged a marriage before his death and before he knew it. He was in the kingdom of France with a shy, young, and sweet girl. He thought the marriage would be easy until he met her brother, or more like a baby in a grown man suit. He doesn't have any manners towards him, he's rude, disrespect, and quite awfully the worst person to be around.
But he can't stop his eyes from straying over to Wylan. He tells himself, it's because he hates him but in reality, all he wanted to do was kiss his sour mouth.
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I was said to be
𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝,
𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞...
𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.
I had heard it so much in my life that it had manifested into a truth that remained rock solid in my brain. It consumed every surface of my body and mind like a deadly cancer
It had become a promise to myself. A reminder. A standard.
It was a rule applied to every person in my life, except him...
He was the same as I was; no matter how different our outside identities were. We were cut from the same cloth on the inside. There was no denying that he and I were both broken souls left in a broken world.
Both craving an eternal slumber before we met, but his darkness played so well with mine that suddenly it began feeling more like light, warmth, goodness... a happy ending.
"...𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲... 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂,"
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Partying.
That was the one thing Chandler did best, and everyone in town knew that. But when one of her parties get out of hand and the cops are called, she's in for a rude awakening as she comes face to face with the new guy in town: Officer Herrera.
He's wasn't like the usual officers she dealt with, and she finds that out quite quickly as she gets dragged away to jail for the night.
They both wish to never see each other again, but there was something stronger than their dislike for each other keeping them together.
The stronger their dislike grows, the more attached they become, until the lines become so blurred that they can't tell the difference between hatred and love anymore.
They could say they hated each other, but if anything, a small part of them knew it would turn into love.
If that love would last once everything was revealed... It was only a matter of time before they found out.
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