tangled trust | 18+

tangled trust | 18+

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❝Sebastian, who are you to me? You're hiding something, and I want to know the-❞ Sebastian interrupted her as he slammed his hands on the table, Scarlett jumped at the sound of his hands slamming. ❝Enough!❞ Sebastian murmured, as he tilted his head to look at her, his hands shaking from the pain of the glass; he sighed deeply in frustration. --------------------------- Sebastian was the kingdom's bodyguard to Scarlett, but he had a sinister past that has never revealed to anyone - not even Scarlett. --------------------------- Scarlett sighed. She got up from the table, walked over to the bedroom. "If you need me, I'll be in the bedroom waiting for you to calm yourself," she says, her voice was heavy, heading up the staircase not looking at him. His eyes lingered on the back of her dress as she headed up, darkening in the warmth of the air, and swallowed. "Alright..." he whispered softly, in his husky voice. As the night progressed, she laid down her bed; hoping that he'll calm down after their fight. The connection between was strong and elegant, like a ball gown that was twirling around her body. Sebastian laid on the couch, calming himself down before entering the room. He knocked gently. "May I come in, love?" Sebastian asked.
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