Decision

Dragon

Three wars, thirty-four years, three hundred and fifty deaths anyway nothing was able to prepare my heart for this shit, everything that this woman in a few weeks came to occupy inside my mind. I feel like a teenager in love and that sucks, she awakens completely new feelings that were non-existent before, and her small body fitted against mine, in a disproportionate but perfect set.

Her short dark hair spread across the pillow like a painting, she could have been Renaissance art. I put my nose on her neck laughing at the soft moan she lets out, taking in the sweet scent, praising every single one of her scars that makes her so powerful, that's what Diana is.

Powerful, all the shit she's survived, the desire for revenge that makes her so wild, the tender look in her eyes every time she notices my care for her body, the reddened cheeks of anger or desire.

I want to be hers and hers alone, and that hurts.

I feel like my chest is being crushed by emotions, I squeeze his body a lit