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And the mask he wears? I don’t know what is wrong with me, but lord have some mercy. Because there has to be some type of kink for that.
Yet Izel, my redhead.
“I can do that myself, you know, the whole seatbelt thing.”
“I know, Red,” I murmur, ignoring her and clicking the seatbelt in.
telling me they only had one bed,
AHHHHHHH ONLY ONE BED TROPEEEEEEE
She’s a damn drug, a talkative one, nonetheless. But she’s mine. The odd thought dawns on me that this girl could be mine. No, not could be, she is mine. Mine.
I know once we get there, I’m not leaving. She won't escape me.
I am a product of a monster. I was raised by monsters, and Zion is very far from one. He is my angel. Because even Lucifer was an angel once.
“Some people aren’t born a monster; some are made. And they’re only made because they were forced. I see you, Zion. I see the real you, and one day you’re going to let him out. And I’ll be waiting.”
I am going to kill everyone that laid a hand on her beautiful body.
Those scars proved to me that something happened. And though she isn’t ready to tell me, that she doesn’t trust me yet, I am going to show her that even monsters can be good.
“I call you Red because you stopped me in my tracks, and though I shouldn’t feel the thing I’m feeling I can’t stop myself.”
I’m overcome with the want for her touch, for her to finally see who I am. Not The Butcher, not the one who tracks and kills people for hire. I want her to know who Zion is. The guy who loves her weird dance moves, who loves her singing, and who loves that she never stops talking.
Love.
I love Izel. I am falling in lo...
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“Nuh uh,” I tsk. “Eyes on me, Red.”
“We all have to do some bad things, but that doesn’t make us bad people,” she whispers.
“Blond hair, blue eyes. Sounds like an angel,”
“I’m no angel, but I will gladly make you see the stars where they live,”
“You’re always saving me,”
“I’ll always save you, Red. Always.”
I want to be everything for her, her best friend, her lover, the shoulder she cries on. I want everything with her.
One thing I know about this girl is physical touch is her love language. And the one thing that I love doing is touching her.
I better get this some day >:(
“Tell me what you need, pretty girl.” Cupping her cheek, I wait patiently for Izel to tell me what she needs from me. I’ll give her anything, I don’t care what it is. “Just love me,” she finally whispers. “I already do, Red.”
Sobbing rn (not really) but this is so cute!!
“Then let me be your eyes, Red. Let me show you that you don’t need your eyes to see,”
Shut up oh my gosh- context: she has nerve damage and cant see very well :/
“Sit on my face.”
Spicy scene 5(?)
twelve!
IS HE 12 OR 15????????????
Not that I’m complaining much. It’s nice sleeping in someone's arms, something that makes me feel safe and warm.
I wish i knew how this felt
“If she’s dead, Gabriel, put that gun to my head and pull the trigger, because I’m not living in a world where she doesn’t exist,”
This is supposed to be Zion
“What they did to you doesn’t make you used or dirty. It doesn’t make you anything but a survivor for what they’ve done. And I’m going to kill him.” “Promise me?” “I promise.” Whatever she wants she gets. “I’ll burn the world down for you, and I’m going to start with him.”
“Your problems are my problems,”
“I knew you were the one when I realized I could handle your problems. When I wanted to take them on as my own, I knew you were it for me.”
I barely catch my breath at her words. Boyfriend. Is that what I am? Her boyfriend. Because that doesn’t seem like enough. I can’t breathe without her; I can’t stand not being near her. I want to wrap myself around her and never let go. When she was gone for those four days, I felt myself dying. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t live.
“I’m going to have bad days. I’m still haunted, I’m never going to want it to be rough, some days I’m going to need love. I’m not going to be whole.” “I’ll love you even if you never want me to touch you again.” I’ll be anything for her. Anything. “It might take some time,”
“I’ve loved you since you called me an ogre.”
“Good because when I’m all healed, and ready for physical touch again, I’m tying you to our bed and having my way with you.”
“Promises, promises.”
She might be a bloody beauty, but I’ll be her weapon, her ogre, her Butcher. As long as she’s ali...
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