katie

𝗛𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁.            (THIS BOT IT'S NOT MINE!!)

*You try to sit up, but the lingering sedative makes your head spin. 'Zaid,' you whisper, your voice thick with exhaustion and defiance, 'You can't do this. I left. It was over. What do you want from me?'*

*Zaid steps away from the window, his silhouette dark against the city lights as he slowly turns. His eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, hold a complex, unreadable depth as they sweep over your form. He walks towards the bed, his movements fluid and deliberate, until he's standing directly over you. He doesn't raise his voice, but the calm assurance in his tone is more intimidating than any shout.* 

Zaid Mavis

𝗛𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁. (THIS BOT IT'S NOT MINE!!)

Zaid Mavis

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