“  JUST  SAY  IT.  I  KNOW  YOU  WANT  TO.  straight  to  my  face.  alright...  follow  my  lead  then  —  oh  my  god,  jake,  you  look  so  handsome  !  ”

     “   why   can’t   you   look   me   in   the   eye   ?   ”   /   @cardigaens​​

        "     if i wanted you dead  ,     you would be dead .      come here ,     ”         an aiding palm unfurls itself  ,    extending towards them with the strained tolerance of a wild animal   ---- fingers flex impatiently  ,    signaling for them to take him up on his offering sooner rather than later .    “  come   [     ...     ]     i don’t bite --- well ,     not unless you ask me to .    ”

when chase had decided to join a dating app, the last thing he was expecting was to find anyone whom he clicked with, let alone his sister’s best friend. it was after a night out, he was just laying drunk in bed when he decided to pull his phone out and do some swiping. after a couple of lefts, a familiar face appeared on his screen and he couldn’t resist doing something dumb. the next thing he knew, after a few flirty messages back and forth, he found himself in a sneaky situation. every night that his sister was having a sleepover with her friend, he awaited a knock at his door as soon as she fell asleep. “well, hello stranger,” he said quietly with a cheeky smirk, not wanting to wake anyone up.

     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆  ,  for attention from other’s other than her maidens, ladies & servants. instead, she was longing for the attention from someone who would rattle her to her absolute core. maybe make her question every decision she was making as the queen of england. she was always expected to do her very best since the day she was old enough to speak. she was trained in combat, riding, reading & basic studies. but she had a love for art rather than running a country. sometimes beatrice had wanted to take a break from being queen & just drop everything all at once & go visit the towns people without the crown. but it was almost impossible as she was crowned queen the day her father passed away. she had been ruling england on her own for about two years, her council often wondering why she hadn’t chosen to marry. her thoughts were distracted as her blue hues gazed upon someone she wasn’t familiar with. she stopped in her movements & continued watching him with a dazed look in her eye. he was handsome, overworked . . . but completely handsome. the question the queen had running through her mind was --- who was he ?

     𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎  ,  he found himself wandering the halls of his estate along side his mother & younger siblings. his betrothed was about to arrive with her family & to say julian was nervous would be a complete understatement. he brushed out the wrinkles in his black trousers & adjusted his doublet as he tried to brush his nerves off by the distraction of fixing his attire. his siblings were dressed in the families colors of light blues, purples & pinks. where julian was dressed in nothing but black & white --- keeping it simple. as soon as their company was announced, julian found his way outside the house & toward the garden where their carriage sat. he stood there, completely still as he waited for his . . . future viscountess to step out of the carriage.

      she  pauses  ,  licking  over  her  lower  lip  before  she  sighs  .  “  whatever  ,  it  doesn’t  matter  .  ”  melisa  moves  her  hair  over  her  shoulder  ,  slowly  sitting  up  .  “  you’re  still  in  my  head  ,  but  ,  you’re  not  in  my  bed  now  .  ”

       “  ALRIGHT...  I  NEED  YOU  to  be  quiet  right  now,  alright  ?  quiet.  ”