Much was left unsaid in the silence they shared. For even though he had much to say, he had been trained since his youth to be mindful of his tongue, how to distract in conversation...how to lead one's prey.
But his father never taught him some core aspects of life, one's that he would rarely find the time to entertain them or question them- and they seemed as fake and surreal as the the bed time stories told to children.
Yet this? As he held her, just kept her trembling , cold body close, he felt the desire to explore something more.
And that single idea, he knew, was a dangerous mistake. But should he care? A simple, small act could start the crack that could break the back of his entire empire. One he had been trained for- raised since birth....
Perhaps it was the lack of his mother, the lack of close bonds...
But the criminal before her remained equally as intrigued by the woman he held as she did with him.
But this.. whatever it was.. was different than so many other things in his life. This.. he had made a choice. Nothing coached from well laid plans or mutual gains to rise up his empire.
No..this woman in his arms represented the simple, sweetness of choice.
"You're right," came his voice, like a deep growl rising softly in his chest. "You are a complication," he agreed.
