Haunted Eyes
"He'd seen her vulnerable multiple times and nuzzled her jugular instead of ripping it out. He'd seen her feisty so many times and had fed her fire instead of dousing it. He'd seen her as her and despite everything, he'd not exploited that, like her own father had done so many times"
― RuNyx
Sloane Kingston
The question caught me a little off-guard. No one has asked me that what are my dreams, hopes and desires. I hesitated a little and then finally gave in as I answered "I don't know, maybe take a world tour, free of every burden and responsibility"
"I don't know, maybe Italy. I like their culture and art and taste the food" I said softly, baring my another piece to him.
"Italy is beautiful. You should go."
Christian's smile widened, and for a moment, the tension in the room eased. His fingers traced the rim of his wine glass, and I found myself studying the way the light danced across the red liquid.