I never believed in love at first sight. Until I saw him.
He was across the street, staring at me. I met his gaze—his crimson ruby orbs widened. And then suddenly, he was next to me.
"Wha—" I said, but before I could finish, he had grabbed me. He pinned me against the nearest wall, and I could smell his breath—the scent of apples and roses and blood. Then for no reason, I fainted.
I woke up in his bed. He was staring at me.
I gasped and before I could run away he jumped on me. "My name's Oliversmith and I love you," he said.
"What?" I said. "We just m..." I stopped because when I stared into those crimson ruby orbs, I couldn't think of anything else but him. "Me too," I whispered.
And then we stared at each other for an eternity before we were interrupted. There came a crash through the window and a hot hunk jumped into the room.
"You!" snarled Oliversmith, his eyes glowing with fire.
"Wait, what? Who are you?" I said.
"I'm Alpha Lycander," said the guy, ripping off his shirt and revealing a twelve-pack, "and I love you." Then he grabbed me and jumped out the window.
TO BE CONTINUED
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That was even cringier...ugh. I should probably just stop with these.
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