Ah, Goddamnit Violet. Well, that was more emotionally draining than I thought it would be. I'm back at the compound and just snuck into my room. Haru isn't here-and for once, I'm grateful. My mind is a complete mess, and the last thing I need is someone to talk to. I desperately need some me-time. My thoughts are running wild, questioning everything. Should I just go with the flow and see where things with Killer could go? He was right when he said we were both a mess. Two broken souls-I doubt either of us will ever be fully repaired. But maybe, together, we could make it work. We both know the same kind of abuse. But is it really a good idea to put two broken people together? Maybe instead of healing, we'll just break each other further. I let out a sigh and start undressing. I need sleep-to process everything that just happened. Everything I just learned. Like always, I toss my clothes around the room and let my naked body fall onto the bed. I curl up and close my eyes, my arms folding over my head protectively. The moment I close my eyes, I see Killer. The way he looked when he told his story-anger so raw on his face, laced with pure vulnerability. The way he looked after kissing me. He looked adorably confused, and I found myself wondering-how often has he actually kissed someone? I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to embarrass him. s**t. Since when did I care about anyone else other than Haru and myself? He's turned me upside down in a matter of hours. No-he's been doing this since the moment I met him. Since the moment I noticed those dark, mysterious eyes following me. I never stood a chance, did I? 1 feel myself drifting off, those beautiful dark eyes the last thing on my mind. Big hands wake me from my deep sleep. "Ssssh," a deep voice whispers close to my ear as I start to squirm, trying to escape the unfamiliar hold. "Killer?" I whisper groggily. 1/5 Ah, Goddamnit +15 Points) "Yeah. I couldn't sleep," he mutters, daring me with his tone to tell him to f**k off. I say nothing and turn around. Uncharacteristically-like I've been for the past few days-I cuddle into the bare, strong chest in front of me and breathe in his calming scent. "Whatever. Don't wake me up again," I mumble, already half-asleep. He chuckles, and his chest vibrates softly. God, it's f*****g hot. He needs to give me a break. I let myself relax and fall back asleep, feeling safe and protected. Soft lips kiss my forehead, gently waking me from a comfortable sleep. "Wake up, Violet. Breakfast will run out," Killer whispers against my skin. Who knew he could be so gentle? He probably doesn't even know it himself. I stretch a little, though his huge body doesn't leave me much space to move. "Morning," I say with a very unladylike yawn-not like I give a s**t. Killer chuckles and returns the greeting before sitting up. He pulls me with him, maneuvering me so I sit on his lap. "So, is this going to be a regular thing? Do I need to start locking my door?" I ask. "You can lock it after I'm in your bed," he says seriously. I raise a defiant eyebrow. "Really now?" "You like it. Don't deny it," he whispers in my ear. There's a dark undertone in his voice that sends a shiver down my spine, and I curse him once again for that damn seductive tone. I wiggle out of his hold-and only now realize I'm naked. "f**k," I hiss, looking back at him. He's openly checking me out, completely unbothered by my glare. "Turn around, Romeo," I warn, waiting to bend down since my clothes are scattered on the floor. I refuse to give him a perfect view of my lady bits. "Why should I? This view's too perfect," he grins. ******g. Grins. I bend down quickly and grab one of my jackets, throwing it at his head. He catches it and stands up in one swift movement. 2/5 I nod and head into the room, gathering his clothes and-after briefly ogling them-toss them toward him before closing the bathroom door. I open the main door and greet my brother with a bored expression. "Does it have to be this early in the morning?" "… You know it's already afternoon, right?" I thought Killer said it was morning? "Oh," I mutter. I walk to the bed and sit down, waiting for Devil to speak. "Look, Violet. I've been thinking about this for a while. We kinda got off on the wrong foot when we met. And I, uh… I feel bad." I almost smile at my brother's conflicted expression, but keep a straight face. "I told you before you didn't really hurt me, remember? We didn't have a relationship, so I wasn't expecting much from you in the first place." Devil gives me another one of those looks before nodding. "Sure, yeah. But I think we should get to know each other better. I don't even know what your favorite food is-and that needs to change. You're my little sister. I should know that kind of s**t. Our father always told me family matters. It's not something you take for granted. You're included in that. My dad feels the same. He just doesn't know what the f**k to do with a girl. He needs time. He just found out he has a daughter-and that she was on her own for… who knows how long. And let's not forget that b***h who dumped you without even telling my dad he had another kid." I watch my brother ramble, clearly frustrated and uncomfortable. He's not used to talking about feelings. I hope Killer isn't hearing this. It might seriously damage Devil's badass reputation. I smile and nod once. "I'd like that, Devil. To get to know you" That earns me his first genuine smile. My cold heart melts-for the second time in 24 hours-because of a man. < Ah, Goddamnit God damn it.