I scanned the room, looking for the girl with a head of dark curls and eyes of absolute fire. The emerald in her gaze glowed when she was pissed; a fact I couldn’t tell from the varied portraits I’d collected of her. Finding my little wayward bond was my sole focus these past two years, and I was nothing if not thorough.
Fuck okay daddy. SLAY. Collecting portraits of her AND being possessive already is goals
