Under the Pretence

I stared at those icy blue eyes, his mouth gasping for air, and his white hair, which was messy as fuck. He reached out with trembling hands and started exploring my body, drawing invisible circles in my lower stomach. He's grinding himself within me, and it's quite amusing to see him struggle and turn the color of blood out of embarrassment. Due to his innocence, there would come a point where he'd question himself about what went next, evident in moments where he'd stop and look at me, seemingly asking if he was doing the right thing. There's determination, lust, and fear in his eyes, all because he took the initiative. I smirked. I'm supposed to be the one in control, but with him on top, all my reasons would suddenly cease.
There's a glint of appreciation for this side of his that is bolder than ever. 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖑 𝕷𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑 never fails to amaze me with every passing second.

I, 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖚𝖘 𝖃𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖓𝖚𝖘, am supposed to be the fearless, cold-blooded killer that everyone doesn't dare to look at. I lead one of the most influential and unstoppable underground organizations, and I have an army of ruthless souls behind me. I can get any woman and riches that I could ever want, but why did I end up with a helpless nobody? Let alone a man? I'm ready to pulverize a single soul that touches him, yet all of this is 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦. The hope is to escape an abusive relationship that is soon destined to be broken.