#fcxglove

he would not be offering ciara any pleasantries. being harsh and curt with her kept up the act that she, and their time together, had meant nothing to him. it was the only way forward with his father's recent proclamation that minjae would be expected to be far more engrained with elixir going forward. more than making her happy, he had to keep her safe. a jolt ran through him when she began to recall her day, hands curling into fists at his sides. fuck, this was what he had been trying to avoid and he cursed the lackies who had let his name come to the surface. eyes roam over ciara, searching for any indication that she might have been hurt, before they fall away from her, jaw locking. "we can't talk about this here." his car lit up as he unlocked the vehicle. "get in." and then, "you don't need to go to the hospital, do you? you're fine?" other than being incredibly, and reasonably, agitated, anyway.

ayla caught her own reflection in the mirror—lip gloss perfect, face beat, brows arched just so—and admired how serene she looked despite the chaos in their room. "girl, that man bled out on my shoes first," she tried to justify with an eye roll. "i should be the one grieving." she threw her braids over one shoulder, then, satisfied with the look, turned to survey the crime scene. "and i mean, that color clashes hard with the rest of your place, so maybe this is a blessing."

" you say we shouldn't do this, " delilah murmured against their lips, hands squeezing at their shoulders as she tried to press herself impossibly closer. " yet you're still here. "

you seem off. that's an understatement if ever morgan heard one. he chuckles, but it's entirely devoid of humour, head tilting as if to silently but openly agree with her words. "uh, yeah, i guess you could say that." now he's here, he's so sure he's making the wrong choice. he should go, he should run, he should never speak to maia ever again. but...he's here now and whilst he's terrified of putting a wedge between them, in someway ruining her friendship with his sister - he wants to be honest, is aware that if maia is owed anything...it's the truth. "i have to...tell you something," he starts, fidgeting with his fingers before another word escapes him, "and i'm worried it'll...change how you think of me. but i want you to know...it doesn't have to change anything."

“   will   you   stop   looking   at   me   like   that   ?   ”

been two weeks now since her confession to hunter and everything that followed after. still hasn't spoken to the male since. and she's truthfully considered it, almost had her thumb hover over the call button on her phone but stopped herself. whilst she misses him, she knows that she needs to allow herself to move on first - given that as far as she's still aware, her feelings that still linger were entirely unrequited. stood in a local and almost empty café waiting till her name is called to collect her iced latte. drink in hand she spins around, not expecting to see hunter and the breath catches in her throat momentarily given this is the first she's seen him since she left. not wanting to seem rude. she offers an awkward " oh.. hi.. " with a singular wave of her free hand to match. feels so different from how she used to greet the male.

rj slouched back against the velvet arm of the couch, tie loosened, shirt half-untucked. he wanted to shrug off the weight of another dull family dinner. his hand cupped her cheek, thumb dragging slow across her skin as he tilted her face up, making sure she was looking right at him. his mouth curved into that lazy, spoiled smile, gaze steady. "you’re so pretty," he murmured, voice warm despite his smugness. his grip on her jaw tightened just enough to hold her there, the tip of his cock brushing her lips.