𝒁𝒂𝒏 .

𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙.

[𝒁𝒂𝒏 . @ryokuuma]

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐞 —
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫

[𝒁𝒂𝒏 . @ryokuuma]

@GddessDays 『 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. 』

He observes the drowsiness that begins to overcome the woman. His woman now. What a weird thing to admit.

But there's a tug along his lips — a light smile. A rare expression for him.

『 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯. 』

[𝒁𝒂𝒏 . @ryokuuma]

【 @GddessDays 】

Zan had survived by understanding people quickly.

Fear had a smell. Greed had a rhythm. Cruelty usually announced itself long before the knife did. He had made an art of knowing what people wanted before they knew it themselves.

She was becoming a problem. →

[𝒁𝒂𝒏 . @ryokuuma]

@GddessDays beginning to slowly melt away.

[𝒁𝒂𝒏 . @ryokuuma]

@GddessDays Warmth... Hers and swelling within his chest. It's odd, unfamiliar, and yet not unwelcome. His arms slowly snake around her frame delicately.

『 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦. 』

Heavy exhale, as if a weight is lifted from his chest. Burden of loneliness →

[𝒁𝒂𝒏 . @ryokuuma]

@GddessDays awkwardness to firmly tug her into his embrace.

Villainous love is greedy, possessive, and fiercy loyal. Exactly what he will be.

[𝒁𝒂𝒏 . @ryokuuma]

@GddessDays Her porcelain hands are soft in his marred and calloused grip. Zan's studying her skin while the growing blush reddens across the bridge of his nose.

『 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 』

Using the leverage of holding her hands captive, he ignores his own social →

[𝒁𝒂𝒏 . @ryokuuma]

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 — 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

[𝒁𝒂𝒏 . @ryokuuma]

@GddessDays He takes a seat beside her and leans forward on the table. Not quite sure what to do with his hands. Should he reach for hers? Or is that too much...?

『 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 』

[𝒁𝒂𝒏 . @ryokuuma]

@GddessDays interest in her company. It's only fair, considering her bravery to being so open and forthcoming.

[𝒁𝒂𝒏 . @ryokuuma]

@GddessDays 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦. 』

Unbelievably, there's a blush dusting across his features. The chair beneath him creaks as he stands and repositions behind her.

Zan removes his cloak to wrap around her shoulders in a showcase to his mutual →

[𝒁𝒂𝒏 . @ryokuuma]

@GddessDays Socially awkward and naïve to what move to make next, he ponders this decision heavily.

Does he deserve her? No.
Does he want to be alone? No intelligible being truly desires that.

『 𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. 』

[𝒁𝒂𝒏 . @ryokuuma]

@GddessDays With absolute resolution he stubbornly holds her gaze. With a sort of softness that's entirely unbecoming of his stoic mein.

『 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 』

[𝒁𝒂𝒏 . @ryokuuma]

@GddessDays Slow blinking. Heavy breaths. Her response is what he anticipated. His stomach was churning and twisting, completely beside itself.

How could someone treat 𝐡𝐢𝐦, of all people, with such selflessness. Truly, it must be one of the mysterious wonders of the world. →

[𝒁𝒂𝒏 . @ryokuuma]

@GddessDays For once, the mercenary had no threat, bargain, or clever answer ready.

Only the unsettling realization that he had begun making room for her in a life he'd always assumed had no room for anyone.

[𝒁𝒂𝒏 . @ryokuuma]

@GddessDays 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 』

Silence.

Slow exhale, staring at the scars across his knuckles as though they might offer some instruction.

『 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵. 』→