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IM GONNA BURN DOWN EVERYTHING
My heart is full and my soul is healing! šā¤ļø
He grew
The Cool down room today:
Young James Caan.
Now what truly makes me curious is whatās behind those beautiful brown eyesā¦
It is really hard for me to understand his intentions. Sometimes heās cold and crude with me but there are also times when he is calm, soft and he even initiates affection towards me. Because of this, exactly I am dubious of his actions.
As in, do you love me or do you not love me?
I donāt want to continue living like this anymore; loving you while Iām trying to understand whatās worth doing and what not. Iām in a conflicting position with insecurities that I never had before but finally you had the urge to make me have them. Itās outrageous to think that I love you but at the same time I hate you. And Iām not particularly talking about that kind of hate that engulfs your very being and claims your soul, plaguing it with negative faith. No, Iām talking about that moment where oneās behaviour is so beautifully wrong, making you infatuated to it in a way that brings you to respectfully hate that person. But make no mistake, dear readers, hating that person doesnāt mean that Iām not burning with a raging fire within my heart and mind, roasting those little rational thoughts that have been remaining in my tiny skull, instead I am suffering in misery while stopping this hate towards this person, because itās paradoxically sweet of him to have that demeanour with me.
Iām the one to blame. Because I never ceased to live without him in my routine. As in I dived into his lifestyles and matched my own rhythms to his, sacrificing my freedom and empowerment. Isnāt this such a cruel world?
Perfect cruel rational world. That seeks to confine us into narrow roles and expectations, and we defy those limitations. At least thatās what a normal person seeks to proceeding.
Instead, I am doing the opposite. Arenāt I ashamed of my own actions and ambitions? I seek to have a love life and I search for it in every single corner of the streets I walk through. But, Iām absolutely not embarrassed of my intentions, I am exhausted of all the limitations imposed upon me by an outdated script of delusional MEN of an old fashioned world. Now, I come from a quite antique century too, but I never seek to follow these outdated ālawsāā¦
But he is the man of his times, the one that lives in danger and commands his inferiors, putting them to submission and protecting his dear ones.
I am one of his dear ones. His first priority. He has proven it to me. Several times. And Iām not talking about something that happened some years ago⦠No, Iām talking about two days ago;
We were seated in the back seats of our car, the driver could not particularly listen to our conversation, but we were having a small quarrel about something that had no means to whatsoever⦠But he was getting angry, not at me but he had been bothered by several affairs that day and he had no patience whatsoever to deal with tiny little stupid issues that I created in the moment just because I wanted a bit of his attentionā¦
He raised his voice at me. He had never done it before.
And at that moment, I turned my head and looked out of the window. He stopped his sentence. And stopped talking.
When we arrived home, I waited for him to open my door and I got out the car. With my head raised, I was headed to the door. He followed behind me. Stayed behind me. Never dared to say something to me.
Once inside our room, I closed the door and only said one word āOutā.
The next morning I woke up, did my usual routine and headed to my kitchen to have breakfast. I saw that he had already prepared breakfast for me. And then, he had went to meet his men.
After that I had gone out for a stroll in my garden.
I had thought I had been all alone. But there was a presence behind me. That person put their hand to my mouth and blocked my arms, locking them behind my back. I didnāt fight.
My husband came. Out of nowhere. He was there. And he shot that other man in the middle of his forehead.
Unbothered, I turned around and got back to clean my hands in the bathroom. He comes behind me too. He cleans his hands after me and he dries them.
I feel his hard and big arms gripping my waist and hugging me to himself. And I melted in his sculpted body. I turned my head to his head and softly pecked him to his lipsā¦
You see? How could I ever hate him? He is my sweet, perfect, dangerous Salvatore.
My only boss and my husband.
HELP
Why are u so slay???
It comes naturally š¤·āāļøš š¼ HAHAHAHHA
I have some Bucky Barnes AU WIPs. Should I post them?
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