#dreamgrlevl

THE UNDERGROUND METRO WAS THE QUICKEST WAY TO COMMUTE on daily basis and just busy enough that she could usually blend into the background and avoid any and all attention towards her frame. and the pale pink scarf wrapped around her delicate throat. she adjusted her long hair a little better, put the collar of her shirt a little closer, anything and everything to make it as inconspicuous as possible as she stood there by the wall and held onto the pole with all of her might when the tube jostled and screeched to a halt at the station. fifteen more to go. Anna kept her green eyes pinned to the ground, ignoring the sounds of wet gargling coming from somewhere off to the side. a poor soul getting used right there and then by a man they had probably never met. it boiled Anna's blood, the thought of it alone. the idea of being a toy, a public use toy, simply because someone else had said so. simply because she had no husband and did not pop out babies one after another straight after high school like some of her friends had. the color of her scarf a beacon that called in anyone that wanted a quick shag, a few moments of pleasure or simply to embrass her. "oh, sorry." the woman mumbled quietly when the train began to move and she lost a bit of balance. but when the strong hand that grabbed onto her hip did not let go - her entire frame stiffened, wary caution gnawing at her bones as she tried to slowly step away from the grasp "sorry, I'll just stand off to the side."

" what can i say? i'm so excited to spend a week in paradise with my wife. " it was a word that he was going to have to get used to saying, but it was true. after agreeing to what felt like a crazy proposition, his wedding had been arranged and now he was married to gia. they didn't know one another well, but that doesn't take away from his excitement. because no one knew him better than his parents and if they thought gia would be a perfect match, who was he to argue with them. " so did you want to go check out the hotel? or did you want to skip straight to consummating the marriage? " he hummed as he looked towards her, seated on the edge of the bed they'd be sharing for the next seven days before they moved in together.

the overwhelming power of lucia appearing here in her home was like trying to breath in cement. everything had additional weight. so much so, nora had no choice but to fall to her knees. it didn't matter how powerful she was a witch. legs spread just a bit as she rested back on her haunches. how royally she has fucked up, and she can't even fathom how she'd escape this situation alive. " i---i don't. you aren't supposed to be here. "

after he ordered his goons to leave it was just the two of them, in his terms he's been more accommodating for her, her son. if it weren't for her pleas malcom would have knocked her sons kneecaps in, the money may not have mattered to him. it was the principle. " is that all of it? " he questions her, eyes looking her up and down, there was no danger, only a mother who would go miles for her kid. he could admire that. " set it on the table, show me. " @dreamgrlevl

"It's you," Living this deeply into the woods, it was rare for him to have visitors. Let alone recurring ones. So when he heard a knock, he'd been surprised. But upon opening it, he was stunned. Roman managed to hold composure, his voice calm, despite her scent flooding his senses and the images of the last time tugging to the forefront of his mind. "What are you doing here?"

She smelled so good. She always smelled good, but Charlotte had some silly defiant streak in her that made her resist him even though Nic knew she had to be able to feel it, too, how perfect they would be together. He could tell they'd be compatible just from her scent, something so strong and compelling that it lingered enough on her sister to trick Nic into thinking she had to be the one he was meant to be with. What a colossal mistake, but not one that he planned on continuing or repeating once he managed to meet Charlotte. He'd tried being nice at first, planned on courting her properly, but her refusals out of loyalty to her sister were aggravating and by the time Nic found himself slipping something into her drink, he felt completely justified. "Here," He said as he offered her the tampered drink. "Consider it a peace offering." After all, they'd know peace once she stopped fighting. @dreamgrlevl