Feathers

He twirled the pink, black, and turquoise feathers between his fingers while looking down at me with deep emerald eyes.

"I like these. Why hide them?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I jerked my head away and stepped back. "Why are you touching me?" No one had ever touched her that long, let alone her feathers.

He gave a deep chuckle. "You're feisty. What's your name?"

I looked him in the eye. "That's none of your business. Do you always go around touching random girls you don't know? Or do you touch guys too? Wouldn't surprise me if you did."

I smirked then gasped when I was pushed against the wall, staring up into darkened pits of emeralds.

"I don't have a habit of touching anyone," he paused to touch the feathers in my hair again and gave a soft chuckle. "and I will make you my business, feathers. Don't you worry."
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Kiyla Lyric Cheke:
-5'1
-waist length silver hair
-eyes change color, mainly blue
-Sophomore in college
-hides under hoodies and sweats
-doesn't talk much.
-doesn't like being touched.
Roman Nathaniel Diame:
-6'2
-kinda long black hair with silver tips
-green eyes
-not in school
-loud but closed off
-doesn't have boundaries or a filter.

Each has a secret that could destroy them if the wrong people found out.
She can't get him to go away and he doesn't understand the word no. What happens if he sees something he's not supposed to? She has to protect him or kill him. What happens when she finds the one thing that can destroy him? He won't leave her alone.

They have more in common than they think. Will hate turn to love? Or fester and burn?

WARNING! * contains cussing, violence, mature topics. *
DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THAT BOTHERS YOU.