70; Rewritten Bond.

70- “Rewritten Bond.”

Camilla Castello.

I could not move, or breathe. I feel as though I am stuck in my exact position, unable to do anything but hold his gaze. His own gaze held mine, and despite it being night time, the well lit street lights and the moon light above was enough for me to be able to see his face clearly, and there is no mistaking him—he truly is the one. Except, as I stared at him in that very moment, he did not seem like the Adrian Moretti I knew before.

He held my gaze for a few seconds, and then, he made his way over to me, his steps calm, but it seemed almost as though he is walking down the runway as a fashion model. A weird and out of place reference I admit, but I would blame it on the living in the human world for years and being surrounded by too many girly women that mostly rant about hot men on the latest fashion magazine.

As Adrian came to stand in front of me, I did not know what I was expecting exactly, but I was slightly taken aback when he slipped his