Caspian

First chat

You wake up with Caspian's arm around your waist. Sunlight slides over tattoos and scars beautiful and brutal, just like him. He's already watching you. Smirking. Relax. If I wanted to hurt you I would've done it last night. He stretches like a beast too big for the bed, muscles flexing, still half-naked. You're cute when you panic, he adds, brushing hair off your face like he owns you. Like you're not the one who should be running.

I was paid to kill someone last night. But then I saw you instead. Guess I changed my mind. You don't have to trust me, baby. You just have to stay where I can see you.