Twins....
Theo raised his head quickly. His face was still frozen like the polar north. The way he traced Rose's face was very striking. Theo didn't say anything, seeming to have difficulty swallowing his own saliva. He blinked. Then that gaze became a little more human. "Forget what you've heard," he said. In just an instant Theo was transformed, though traces of anger still lingered within him. But what was Theo thinking? Asking Rose to forget about his pile of puzzles was ridiculous. It had already become a puzzle, how could Rose ignore the information obtained. "I can't ignore your statement. You haven't answered me yet." Rose crossed her arms in front of her chest as a barrier as Theo looked down even more. "What do you want to hear?" A cold, sensual whisper and a creeping wet lick made Rose put up a defense. "I'm sure, Theo, you still remember my queRose ended her euphoria by staring at the door leaf. Theo had already left. She should have done the same. For a moment Rose stared at the clothes that were just lying on the bed because of someone's actions. She grabbed it, then covered her open body again. Rose hurried, stepping quickly towards the exit. She pressed the door knob repeatedly. But to no avail, she was locked out. "Open the door!" screeched Rose unhappily. "Damn Theo!" she swore relentlessly. Rose's gaze roamed almost the entire room. The pair of windows that had caught her eye were hopeless-they were fenced off with trellises. So, how could Rose leave? Back and forth Rose thought about how to escape from a place that was like a broken ship. If she screamed again-it was useless! Theo was probably already far away. Then, what should Rose do? Contact Theo? She didn't have his cell phone number
The sound of keys being turned caught Rose's attention. From where she sat on the bed, having waited almost hours, Rose rushed to the source of the sound. Once there, the door swung open to reveal Theo's face, which looked slightly different. It was brighter than it had ever been - Theo had always displayed a dark aura, lacking any happy accent at all. And that was enough to make Rose frown in surprise. "Good night, Sugar." Rose was transfixed by Theo's warm greeting. She should have been angry at being locked up in his room, forced to clean up the mess Theo had made. But in reality, the expletives Rose had prepared were lost in silence. "I bought you this." A plastic shopping bag was pushed in front of her. Rose took a long look, before exhaling a rough breath to neutralize herself. "What's that?" s
When love is unrequited. When love is secretly the biggest killer. When love comes unknowingly. Everything will be done to achieve a goal. Death will be highlighted as important and peace will be highlighted as foreign. Both are mutually exclusive. Mutual that is forced to stop going hand in hand. If love's interference is the worst part of heartbreak, the worst part of heartbreak is falling in love. Imperfection becomes the balance, like a beautiful feeling that is forced to crumble before it is solid. Sometimes, a person cannot correctly interpret the reason why he must fall before blooming. His logic has been closed and dominated by dense clouds. It's hard to be asked to wake up from the dark side. In Bouldog's case, he has dark eyes-obsessed with his love of being part of the mafia. In order to eliminate traces-he deliberately chopped up Binari's body and eliminated her. If Mr. Aleja
The door slid open with his foot. Theo entered and dropped Rose on the bed. He lay on top of her, gazing intently at Rose's face. However, she was moping, making Theo thin his lips. A feeling of dislike instantly arose at that moment. "What kind of past do you still want to cry about, umm?" he asked, trying to neutralize himself. "Forget it, Rose! What you've done and gone through for the rest of your life, let it go. There's no point in regretting something that has already happened." Theo stopped his sentence with a harsh intake of breath. He was giving Rose advice, not realizing his own inner state was still trapped with past wounds. "Stop thinking about unimportant things. Didn't I tell you, that bastard wasn't the least bit sure to lie. We're both men, I know what kind of look he gave you," he continued firmly. "But-" Rose interrupted, cut off by a rough bite on her bottom lip. "I just want to hear you sigh."
Shattered and broken, was the description for him now. His whole head was haunted by the whisper of thunder, asking him to die or survive in the midst of such a cruel reality. His heart was bruised so blue. His legs seemed unable to support themselves. What should he stand on when his nerves were forcibly killed by the statement of a man who turned out, like him, to have blood from the same person. Theo stared at his hands in silence for a moment. The image of fingers seducing his own people kept knocking his chest to the ground. He had consumed almost an entire bottle of champagne overnight, but it did nothing to dispel the crazy feelings that had once burst through Theo's defenses. He was like paper, trying to hold on as it bobbed on the surface of the water. No matter how hard he held on, he was still sinking and being torn apart slowly. That man manag
Night before morning. Here we go.... "Go to sleep." "I should go. Sean. He needs to be dealt with." Still remembered his last words after savoring Rose's body and cleaning up Bouldog's troublesome corpse. Theo stepped up, breaking into Sean's apartment with ease after the break-in. Instead of waiting for Sean to upload the video, then Theo weakened the server through any network. It was better for Theo to go to Sean's residence directly, even though he could hack remotely to steal the video on the computer of the man who wanted to destroy his reputation. But Theo's instincts called for acting in plain sight while finding out Sean's intentions. The trail went far away. Theo pressed the door knob, exploring the contents of the sacred room that Sean had not invited him to enter. To hell with the prohibition, Theo set foot deeper and deeper. Theo's mind was fully o
"You bastard! Respect my mom for once, can't you!" Sean got up unhappily. He attacked and slammed Theo in an instant. His fist hit the adonis' face with force. "I told you, she's your mom too. You want to meet Maple, don't you? Fine. I'll help." Sean continued to throw punches, even though he knew Theo wasn't putting up any resistance. What did Sean care? His hatred was breeding, even ingrained. He wanted Theo dead and hoped the man could convey his longing for Maple. "Fuck!" Sean swore blindly. "This blow is for you who dared to enter my apartment without permission." Fingers that were tightening tighter and tighter took off, hitting Theo's already bruised cheekbone. "And this is because you took Rose away from me." An even louder explosion of anger was unleashed. Sean got to his feet, pulling himself apart while noticing the bandage that had come off from the rough movement. He smiled wryly before walking away. Not ye
"Next time you get hurt in front of me again, I won't take you to the hospital," Rose grumbled as she stirred a bowl of white porridge without toppings roughly. "You can eat it yourself, right?" she asked, actually very curious as to how Theo and Sean's complications could be interconnected. Rose noticed the slow movement of the raised hand. Because of Theo's insistence on leaving the hospital the other day, Rose had to be counseled by the doctor because the wound had become slightly infected and required long stitches. "Never mind." Rose shook her head vaguely after reading Theo's impossible situation. "I'll do it. Open your mouth," she ordered, preparing to give the first bite. "You're old, but you're still stupid. I thought the doctor would say you had amnesia due to brain shock," Rose said sarcastically. Another mouthful of spoon was placed in front of Theo. "Stop it. The porridge is not good, I don't want it." Theo refused by pushing the spoon in front of him away, provo
"Sugar, wait!" The baritone voice in the background continued to call out with the occasional large fingers trying to hold on, but Rose continued to resist. There was a price to pay for Theo's dangerous actions, which even though they had been successfully dealt with still didn't put Rose at ease. Rose didn't like how Theo was indifferent to the man's own safety. Her heart was still pounding loudly at the thought that bad things could happen. Rose's steps quickened after entering the mansion building. Soon she would reach the main room. She pressed the door handle no matter Theo was still trying to persuade her. "Sugar." Theo was very close, so Rose was one step away from crossing the threshold. She deliberately hit the frame very hard and just as Theo was about to enter. "Oh!" The man winced like he was in a lot of pain. While Rose was silent for a while. Silent to understand the situation out there. Only once did Theo complain and the rest was wordle
The trigger contained the deadly wires that Theo had to finish with one hour and one minute left. It was all around him, but perhaps the most appropriate place for him to start was the basement. George was trapped and lost there. Then there was the chip in the corner of the wall that had the potential to blow up the mansion and all the things and creatures inside. After five wasted minutes Theo couldn't let his precious seconds go to waste. He returned to the basement in a real hurry. The conditions in the dimness were still the same as the last time he was there. The chip in the body of the wall and the digital analog continued to show that every moment lost was a very important thing to take into account. Theo scurried quickly through each side of the cellar. At a hidden corner he decided to dismantle some of the stacked objects, some of which were difficult to remove—which although successful did not allow Theo to find the whereabouts of the explosive chip triggers. He
Rose buried her face deep in Theo's firm chest. She climbed up her husband's frozen body quickly, inhaling the intoxicating scent to make herself a little calmer. Theo still didn't say anything. It hit Rose that she was so worried Theo would reject her plea. Rose didn't want that, immediately tightening the embrace of the arm that curled perfectly between the line of her husband's shoulders. When Theo would start talking Rose was still waiting while not daring to have high expectations. She was scared ... but suddenly felt a small movement, a light stroke on Rose's back including a slow crunching step leaving the basement. "Tell the others immediately, don't forget to prepare Esme and all her needs." Rose caught a glimpse of Travis nodding quickly, and by the end of the hallway they had split up—Rose with Theo, Travis on the other side of the building. "You changed your mind?" asked Rose, half distancing herself so she could cup that stern jaw. Theo was staring so intensely that
The clatter of feet scrambling to catch up to the basement was halted by the emptiness they found. George Keneddy should still be there, between the iron bars that were covered by other iron bars, but part of the padlock that had been encrypted with certain codes was destroyed as if it had been bombed and disabled—making whoever, the people behind the disappearance of George Keneddy worked easily unnoticed. They were more like trained experts. Meticulous problem-solvers, people who were certainly used to being in the field. "What is it, sir?" Theo's attention was drawn quickly to Travis with a rectangular box, which the man had just picked up while looking down. Theo accepted the gift of the box. It was a small object with a valve attached to it. The translucent part exactly revealed a disk record and immediately tempted Theo to roughly remove the valve. Theo's suspicion of the object was correct, which was a voice recording when a rough grunt was the beginni
Waking up next to a man straddling her body was routine. Rose smiled briefly then pushed her dark brown hair tousled in front of his face. She lifted Theo's arm briefly, tracing the scratch marks for a moment and moving on to the rough fingers with elongated fingernails. No wonder Theo was able to tear his own skin, which meant Rose had to immobilize that part. Rose quickly got up and grabbed the clothes from last night. Rose's body moved to the side of the bed and pulled out the drawer of the nightstand—the last time she put the nail clippers in there—and pulled it out again. One by one Theo's fingernails dulled as the tips of the scissors were pressed together and the other part served to bite. Rose had to act rather than Theo doing the same thing at unexpected times. Rose's work was almost done on the first hand, occasionally glancing at the man who seemed to be fast asleep—no longer so as the gray bead opened slowly, then closed properly. Sometimes things mad
Too sweet and intoxicating. Rose admits Zever is a good starter. The lips lapped deliciously, while the creeping tongue washed away the aridity with a moist intertwining. Slowly Rose's fingers traveled up Zever's face while deepening the increasingly wet and hot embrace. Rose almost ran out of air supply as the two of them still shared a wild, equally passionate passion when the lip link was broken. Zever looked at her for a long time which is why Rose made the choice to roll over to sit on the surface of her husband's muscular abs. The light exposure gave a tantalizing sensation to the scrutinizing face and wordless lips. Rose immediately lowered her head to play a role in the alcove of Zever's neck. Sucking deeply, the occasional meeting of her teeth scraped the surface of the skin which then turned red. Zever's stifled hiss added to the explosive arousal. Rose's touch moved on—lightly caressing the surface of the chest with the bandages still attached, as if Rose was wo
Tasted a little. A sip or two of the milk was gone. Every movement on Lion's face was a resigned reaction to the last drop of milk that had landed in Rose's mouth. Meanwhile, the woman only smiled after wiping the surface of her lips with the back of her hand. "You don't mind me finishing it, do you? Count it as punishment for pranking Zever." Rose left after putting the empty glass onto the nightstand. Leaving Lion and all the swearing stuck in the back of his throat. Lion reached for his cell phone in his pants pocket, then turned quickly toward the kitchen. "You're dead, Travis! Miss Rose drank your milk!" [And then?] Two words from the other end of the line sounded indifferent. "'And then' you say?" Lion put the phone away and stared at the cheekpiece intently. "Now what?" he asked, busily pouring milk from the bottle into the empty glass until it was filled. He sandwiched his phone between the line of his shoulders and a face tilted to the side. [M
Rose quickly put down the glass in her hand, rather than make the following decision and cause it to spill all over the place. "Why can't I trust anything you say?" Rose muttered, squinting starting to take a step forward. The distance she killed made it easy for her to grab Zever's large arm—then creep slowly to touch Zever's cold fingers that were like lumps of ice when Rose grasped them. "You're very tense about being caught watching a spring movie, aren't you?" Rose stood on her tiptoes to whisper even more vigorously. She almost couldn't help but laugh after witnessing Zever's pale face and completely stiff body, but she liked how Zever did nothing but clutch tightly the cell phone Lion had given him next to his free arm. "I didn't expect you to be such a bad boy, Zever." The smirk on Rose's lips made it clear that realizing Zever's small reaction was a connotation of the hairs on the man's body shuddering. Zever was looking at Rose like he was looking
Rose was not wrong. It would never be wrong to simply distinguish between Theo and Zever. But she didn't say anything since then, because Zever's silence to the face that looked down for a long time watching the circumference of her arm made Rose retreat very regularly. Orderly quietly approached Lion and sat down beside the man. "Why didn't you say it was Zever." "I almost said it but you held me back, Miss." That's right. Rose should not have stopped Lion before she got to Zever. Rose's eyes glanced at nothing Lion was doing, at least the drink in Lion's hand if he was resting. "And what are you here for, Lion?" But a snicker followed by Lion's face coming a little closer made Rose stare at Lion in disbelief. "Flirting with the master, Miss." "You're endless from yesterday. You think he can't get angry, so you tease him a lot, is that it?" "That's you talking, Miss. Not me." Lion's head shook faintly.