~In my cracked heartYour cold sighsLike a slowly withering flower,Fall onto my heartThis damn love, because of youI can't move even if I'm hurtEven if I die, it's definitely you~ -(BTS) It's Definitely You ________ Stefanos was restless. It doesn't take a genius to know that Stefanos was restless as he paced the entirety of his chambers briskly. Wraya watched his master gnawing at his fingernails in concentration, a frown edged on the red beast's face. For hours Stefanos just circled around, ignoring all the questions Wraya threw at him. The beast sighed, covering himself with his leather wings before he deadpanned. "It's the flower thief isn't it?" Stefanos stopped abruptly, the mention of Xenia sending his heart to a marathon. He turned to the Dragon with his eyebrows knitted together. "Whatever made you come to that conclusion Wraya?" "You haven't taken off your mask yet, sire." Stefanos turned towards his mirror only to realize that it's shroud

~Even if it seems to be the beginning of the end I’ll call your name That gaze of yours is so colorful I’ll give my everything to you Still unable to verbalize the hopeless dream in my heart~                                -(BTS) Your Eyes Tell ----------------------   "Adriano!" No reply. "Adriano!" Still no reply. "Adriano Perez are you listening to me!?" "Huh, What?" Stefano turned around, only to be greeted with a fuming Xenia, who looked like she could murder someone now. "I have been calling you for hours now, Adriano.” She deadpanned, stalking towards him while Stefanos debated with himself a

~I want to breathe, I hate this nightI want to wake up, I hate this dreamI'm trapped inside of myself and I'm deadDon't wanna be lonelyJust wanna be yours~                  -(BTS) Save Me--- --- --- --- --- "You are home sire.""I am.""And you are late.""Indeed.""And you seem rather flustered.""I do- what?""Your cheeks sire. You are red as the red moon.""No I'm not.”"Yes you are.""I'm NOT.""How would you know? You never see yourself in the mirror.""Why are you even awake yet?" Stefanos grunted in frustration,  running his fingers through his hairs.Wraya blinked profusely at his master, seeming rather calm and collected, completely the opposite of his master. "I happen to be waiting for you.""What for?""I w

The walk back home for Niccolo was not that of a pleasant one. Thoughts of his conversation with the man in the flower field kept replaying in his head, bringing in a new wave of emotions every now and then. So entranced in his thoughts, it took Niccolo a while to realize that he was already home, light escaping from the windows as he heard the low chatter of his friends inside. Night had already taken over and Niccolo was exhausted, but the thoughts of his encounter remained a constant companion to him. With a heavy sigh, Niccolo walked forward and pulled the door open, the chatter inside the house coming to an abrupt halt as the young men inside noticed Niccolo’s presence. “And now, he finally decides to grace us with his holy presence! Welcome, Sir Niccolo!” Vittorio announced sarcastically, standing up from his sitting position and bowing mockingly, grinning like a fool only to earn a smack on the back by Jecopo. Yovanni grunted in response, shaking his head disapprovingly

~As if there’s no such thing as tomorrowAs if there’s no such thing as a “next time”Right now, in front of my eyes, everything without youIs a terribly pitch-black darkness~                                -(BTS) House Of Cards--- --- --- --- --- --- --- What on earth is going on?The words kept repeating in Stefanos head over and over again like a rhyme while his body remained frozen like a statue, complete the opposite of his mind which was running a frenzied marathon.His hands had gone clammy and his breathing laboured, making him even more flushed with embarrassment because Xenia was way too close and he feared she would hear how much of an effect she was having on him.Xenia's breath tingled his face, her soft floral scent taking over all