S a n i t y - {+18}

✧ 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖾 ✧

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❁  ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ɴ ᴀ  ❁

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         SHE knocked at the maghony door and waited until a voice said 'Come in' from inside. She took a deep breath and turned the door handle.

Her mother was sitting on the couch, sipping her tea. She smiled when Athena entered, motioning her to come closer.

"Come dear sit here." Her mother said pointing to the nearby seat. She nodded.

"There's a charity ball next week. You are going to attend the ball with your father. This ball is so important for us." She said. Athena nodded once again listening to her obediently. Her mother continued.

"You know Mr. Massimiliano, the most famous billionare of italy. He is going to attend the ball too. It'll be such a great opportunity for us to meet him. In short, I'm telling you that you have to show your best to him." Athena sighed.

"Mom, dad will be with me. He knows how to handle them. I'll just accompany him to show the world I am his heir." She replied. His mother shook her head.

"No, sweetheart. You didn't understand. He's the man who likes perfection in his life. You have to look perfect. Athena, he may be the perfect match for you, dear." She explained.

Athena was more than shocked. Her parents had already decided her fate. In order to chase the wealth and fame, they forgot what their daughter would want.

"M-Mom? Y-you know that he. . .h-he is twice m-my age." Her voice trembled. The woman sitting beside her looked so much like a stranger to Athena.

"So what dear? We will always choose what's best for you."

A single tear rolled on her cheek as she walked back to her room. The sobs racked through her body. She rubbes her cheeks mercilessly crying for herself.

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"Little doe!" A voice whispered breaking the eerie silence in the dark room. Athena's eyes shot open. She sat up. Her swollen eyes ached as the pain shoot upto to her head.

The room was dark and cold. She remembered that she forgot to turn the fire on. Her head turned towards the rustling. She blinked.

Saint turned the torch to his phone on. Athena looked at her lap. The bed dipped beside her and she was pulled into a warm chest. That was when she realized how cold her body was.

"Fu*k, you're so cold." Saint mumbled under his breath and pulled Athena to his lap. His hand rubbed her back and arms to provide her some heat.

Athena sighed and laid her head on his shoulder. Saint frowned at her odd behaviour. Normally she would push him away. He decided to not ask.

"S-Saint?" Her voice came out a croak. Saint hummed running his fingers in her soft hair. Something that he wanted to do from a long time ago.

"I- y-you are here?" She rasped out. His hands slowed down.

"Were you crying, little doll?" His forehead creased at the thought. Athena stayed quiet. She closed her eyes