Description
He's beyond perfect. His domineering presence is undeniably formidable as he stood tall and proud towering all over us. He has a sleek hair that shines like silver it radiates a dainty source of light. When he smirks, it's wicked - enticing yet devilish. Everyone might find themselves get enthralled and he seems obviously aware of it. . . • ° • • ° • • ° • Under his mercy. . . Such a wonderful morning to behold. He will never forget her panic-driven face. Wrapping his arms around her - touching, enjoying and taking all advantage. The moment he cradled her, there's an overwhelming spark it strangely struck him all over. He felt her warmth - her genuine heart. Without hesitations, she clinged into him as her safe refuge. This is - He didn't expect this. He didn't want this. He just wants to play! * * * * * * * * * Faithfully sworn a sacred oath. . . Attaining ascension, destroying a curse . . . However, upon reaching a long-awaited chance, intention becomes a burden and oath is meant to be broken. When emotion hazes a resolute mind, resisting becomes a struggle. Bordering between oath and love, does altering the fate defeats an inevitable? Does heart prevails and strong enough to endure?
AUTHOR'S NOTE
