My Twisted Promises
XXI
— Come in, — he says, his voice soothing, dangerously soft. — I won't bite… if you behave.
She comes as if hypnotized. The floor feels… unreal. Bouncy, half-here, delusional even. She doesn't know what captivates her more — the sound of his voice, ethereal, calming, too kind, or his beautiful face, a fresque from ancient times.
— What is your name? — he asks, slightly tilting his head in curiosity. Like he's really interested.
— Torn.
— Thorn, — he repeats in his soft accent, tasting the sound of her name on his long black tongue. She's terrified of how right it sounds. And she's pissed.
— I'm Torn, — she says angrily, but he just laughs.
— Oh, I've noticed, — he tilts his head again and smiles, — A blind man would've seen that.
(с) 2019
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английский язык, нестандартная поэзия, любовь
16+
Отредактировано: 31.05.2023
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