𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝗼𝗻𝗲

Tanunda (n.) - Things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence.

Anastasia

"Good morning," He smirked, his eyes focused on mine.

"Go away," I spat stomping my way to the bathroom.

"Not a morning person, huh?" He calls out.

"Not a person who enjoys living," I correct, starting the shower as I pull the clothes from my body.

"That's weird," He adds.

"Why?" I ask.

"It's just, you seemed to be enjoying living last night. A little too much in my opinion."

I heard him chuckle, and I could almost picture the smirk that followed.

"You're so funny," I hiss sarcastically.

"What's with all the compliments today, Bambina?"

"Go away, I'm trying to shower!"

I ignored his presence and climbed into the shower, letting the water cascade over my body.

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Shutting my eyes, I let the conditioner run from my hair.

As soon as I had shut them, a pair of cold hands reached my waist.

"Why are you here, Vincenzo?" I groan.

"I'm taking a shower, what about you?" He asked sarcastically, grabbing his own shampoo from beside me.

"I guess you being here, is just a delightful treat."He added, before rubbing the soap into his hair.

"Just get out, I'll be done soon anyway." I sigh.

"Hmm, tempting offer. One that I have to decline sadly."

Is this his new attempt to torture me? If it is, it was working.

His cold fingers grabbed my chin and tilted my head back a little bit. He then surprisingly began to massage more soap into my hair.

"Vincenzo, I just washed my hair." I groan.

"Too bad."

I sigh.

Why was he here? There was a deeper reason behind why he felt the need to come in here. There always was, whether he wanted to gain my trust or he just wanted to annoy me; there was still a deeper reason.

"Seriously, what do you want?" I ask.

"Seriously, I want nothing." He mocks.

"Don't lie,"

"Maybe, it's you who wants something." He smirks.

"Yes, I do actually. I want to go home, back to my normal life."

"And do what? Be swallowed by guilt? At this point, you should be thanking me,"

"Thanking you? Really, why would I ever do that?" I ask.

"Because I'm giving your worthless life meaning."

"You're giving my life meaning by using me as an accessory and the key to your alliance?"

"Touche."

"I hate you," I sigh.

"Really? I don't believe you."

Taking a deep breath, I slowly exhale.

"Vincenzo, please. I want to go home."

"To visit?" He asked, his warm finger tracing down my spine.