Mated to each other

LUCIO

I was woken from my sweet sleep by the buzzing of my phone.

My intel, I knew, were fond of sending me early morning texts, because I don’t take calls, and I always keep myself uncrackable.

I rose from bed and stretched my arms, yawning as I did the normal morning bidding of stretching my bones.

Sleep in the hotel room was a bliss and peace game, because the duvet gave me warmth while the air conditioner gave me the chilly breeze that made my sleep a pretty one.

I had been meandering through hotels, because being evil and having lots of secret enemies and rebellious boys in my circle meant I was not supposed to have a definite residence where anyone can find me.

I made to the mirror in the room and stood before it, wiping my face and staring into the mirror to see the old fellow I had become with days passing and time flying, yet my personality had refused to change.

My personality was evil.

I’m sure you are aware of that, and it had been a mark on my face all my life, which had