#flatlinemelody

Never did he ever expect to fall in love with his partner in crime. Especially not someone affiliated with the falling of Team Rocket. It shows that his dedication was really put to the test once he was forced to choose between the lady he loves and his entire life’s hard work. And unfortunately, the latter had to be scrapped for all he wanted was her. Not just anyone. Her. He doesn’t know what about her makes him so happy different.

Maybe he loves her because she’s changed someone like him in so many ways; on so many levels. And whilst he’s clueless to the reasoning behind his affection toward her, he knows exactly why he just wants her to be with him all the time. He knows exactly w h y.

He is so completely in love with her, every move he makes; every thought he contemplates, it's all completely synchronised with hers. Their contrasting personalities clash surprisingly well, creating a mix of oh-so-rough edges with well-polished smooth thresholds. And from that sentence alone, it's obvious who of the two hold which attribute. Opposites really do attract, don't they?

Two bodies breathing—unlike the ones they've taken lives from—are sprawled across the somewhat small double-bed. To think that he, a tall man of evil intentions, earned the heart of someone so petite sweetheart. The break of dawn cracks through the blinds that were open (they probably fell asleep laughing with each other the night prior) to fall in between the filters, the light shining like small spotlights on them.

He places his lips on the nape of her neck, pecking his way down her spine.