[10] Arrogant Male Nymph

Maze with hesitating step, approached the door and hold the shiny aluminum knob before giving it a light twist evoking God's name in her mind. She was quite disappointed as well as relieved since no one was there on the doorstep. She let out the breath stuck in her chest and turned to close the door. But then an unwanted scream left her mouth as something fell on her feet with a loud thud out of nowhere.

She closed her eyes with her both palms fisted near her chest in fear waiting to face her possible upcoming doom. She peeked through the corner of her eyes as nothing unexpected happened.

She blinked her eyes to proceed with what was happening.

A man in full casual wear was laid flat on his chest at her doorstep.

She carefully looked around in search of something unusual. She shoved the thought away and then crouched down beside him and hesitantly stretched her hand to turn the man and see his face. His grey suit seemed familiar to her.

As she faced the man, she got was hit by his beauty.

She gazed at his dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was the most handsome yet mature face man that she has ever seen.

She couldn't believe her eyes for a moment, "is it human or a male nymph?!" She asked pinching her arm. As the pain lingered in her arm she yelped and jumped in shock hearing the baritone arrogant tone taunting her for staring, "I know I'm handsome but would you help me or keep staring at me like this?"

His voice slapped her consciousness and brought her out of reverie.

"Was I really staring at a stranger, Not only that I was admiring him too. Shit !!" She mumbled cursing her dumb mind.

She thought dubiously before helping the beautiful stranger. Should she help him?

"Heyy Tinker bell we don't have all the day here, Come help me" he tried to move but stopped letting out a meek painful groan.

His arrogant tone set fire on Maze's body but she immediately cooled down as she discerned something was unusual about him. After hearing his groan her eyes widened noticing the blood dribbling out of his wound. She was way too fascinated by his charm to see his wound at first.

She hurriedly rushed by his side forgetting all the red flags streaming in her mind.

The man was quite heavy for her to pick up in one go.

To bring him inside she almost had to drag him like a sac.

After a lot of hard work, she was able to bring him inside the house.

"Bring a candle, matchbox, a bowl of fresh water, knife, and first aid box," Stranger said in a low and exhausted voice. But he seemed calmer than Maze.

While Maze on the other hand was nervous not knowing what she should do at the moment. She rushed to fetch whatever the man asked her to bring. She did everything the man asked her to do even after enduring his contempt. It appeared as if this unknown man had cast some magic on her.

"Hyyy Tinker bell, unbutton it" The man pointed at his three-piece suit. He was struggling to get out of his tightly wrapped attire.

'She stared at the man. Was he talking to her?' She thought herself.

"Hyyyy sciocco sii rapido (Hyyyy fool, be rapid)" he said something to her in Italian.

Her staring could take his life away not because she is beautiful but because he was shot and she was a dumb brain.

Late treatment could be fatal for his life.

His scolding interrupted her thoughts. Maze mumbled, "Umm I can't do it" Though Maze couldn't understand what he said yet she guessed his intention and refused him.

"Now," Stranger said with so much authority that she honestly didn't remember that she had already started to move her hand without any second thought.

She helped him to take off his three pieces suit one by one.

He was now only left with a blue shirt with his two unbuttoned. His sculpted body structure flaunting through his tightly fitted shirt was a fine sight to admire. The color of his shirt color matched his deep blue fascinated eye color. He has a simple light wavy hairstyle with a few bangs floating in front of the exquisite face. The man has a temperament of stateliness as if he was annoyed by his own existence.

According to his order, Maze unbuttoned his shirt.

After she was done something gruesome drew her attention towards his chest, a deep hole in his inked-covered right chest. Blood was profusely dripping out of his injury. She immediately covered her mouth letting out a large scream. She never saw such a severe injury before and it was inflexible for her to take.

Seeing too much blood she felt her vision turned blurry. She raised her neck and looked at him.

"Go and lit the candle" the Stranger ordered closing his eyes.

But through her bloated vision, she can't see anything except for clouded surroundings.

Maze turned and stretch her hand to find the matchbox out of nowhere and soon everything turned black and she fell to the ground with a large bang. She fainted.

The stranger promptly opened his eyes and closed it again with a huge sigh cursing under his breath, "Ragazza stupida ( Silly girl )"

He moved a bit and lit the candle. Only with this much work he was tired and panting for breath. He took his shirt and rolled it up. Taking a deep breath he tucked the crumpled shirt in his mouth and stuffed it in the middle of his teeth.

He flared the knife into the fire until it was burnt red, then he immediately penetrated it through his flesh trying to dig the bullet out of his body.

As the blazing blade touched his flesh, a painful groan ripped out of his chest, heavy sweat was dripping down his forehead. He felt like he was almost near the gate of hell.

And when the bullet was out of his body he reflexively threw the blade away out of agony. And biting the cloth in his mouth he squealed his lungs out. He stayed there like this for a while.

After resting for a while he regained his strength back and cleaned his wound. After cleaning it he applied the ointment over his wound and put on an instant patch.

After treating himself, he stared at the girl lying on the ground and poured a glass of water and drank it. He walked past her unconscious body and sauntered to explore every corner of the house.

Until his recovery, it could be a perfect place for him to hide.

He discovered that the whole house was divided into two sections. Downstairs contains a living room, kitchen, and dining room. He couldn't move to the upper stairs out of exhaustion and decided to do it later.

While wandering, he found the fridge and opened it in search of something to eat. He got the bowl of cooked pasta and gulp it without any consideration of its taste.

After swallowing the whole bowl of pasta down to his stomach he drank lots of water and walked to the room he was a while back.

He came back to the living room, and sprawled on the wide sofa he was before. But leaving her unconscious body on the ground, he did not feel a peace among himself. He turned and moved a bit stretching his hand, wrapping it around her defenseless fragile body pulled her up by his side.

He tightly wrapped her body in his embrace and closed his eyes keeping his head on her soft chest.

" Buonanotte salvatore ( Good night savior )" He mumbled yawing.