Romans & histoires Draken With His Hair Down

Even if that meant death. Alpha Drake was facing me in his chair. He was wearing a black and silver suit jacket with a black button down shirt underneath. His Obsidian black hair was perfectly slicked back, as usual. His fingers were intertwined within one another sitting on top of his desk in front of him. His dark blue eyes were darker than I had ever seen them. The different colors of blues were swirling like the waves in the deep.

I would have expected him to do so. Drake totters downstairs, and a few moments later, he comes back with a girl behind him. She has a long and wavy dark brown hair, her skin fair but not pale, her eyes blue but not as dark as Drake’s. They’re apparently close to sky blue, with a mixture of grey.

Draken stood by the side of his executive desk, looking like a harbinger of death in his all black outfit. He wore a loosely knitted black sweater that was too large for him with aesthetic rips in the material, ripped jeans and steel toed deathstompers. Pale skin peeking out of the rips, soft red eyes stared out of an equally pale face, dark circles under his eyes The only splash of color on him was his dark green hair, well, if you counted out the ink he was sporting. The tousled, dyed hair was packed up in a messy man bun, tendrils escaping in wisps framing his hard face.

Draken. His face curled into a huge smile at the sight of the male. His Lithe, that was what Draken called him. His brunette hair matted over his face as he stood and ogled Draken. “Won’t I get a hug? Or are you just going to keep staring?” Draken asked with his lips tipped in a smile. The expression on his face caused the male to chortle, and in five swift strides, he flushed himself into Draken’s arms.

Cath was also doing great. Aurora fell asleep late at night. Draken was back home late as he had his dinner alone and retired back to his room. He woke up with a wildly beating heart as sweat glistened on his forehead. He breathed in deeply several times and rubbed his forehead. Pushing the sheets away he got out of bed. He stood in front of her door for a minute before he opened it and walked inside. He saw her delicate frame on the huge bed. The black strands of her hair caressed her face. So f*cking beautiful.

"You know we don't have to do this. All you have to do is say you want to leave and we will. You don't have to subject yourself to all this unnecessary stress." Draken's voice pulled me from my many thoughts, reminding me that he was seated beside me looking absolutely dapper in a crisp, black, three-piece suit that was coupled with a shirt just as black and matching Oxfords. He looked every bit the handsome criminal he was and I hated the way my heart skipped a whole damn beat again when I looked at him.

Layla giggles as I pull at it “How the hell did this even happen?” Drake shrugs “I don’t know, you kept mumbling about being so comfortable, you were rolling around the bed and sighing, then you would move again and finally you settled on top of me so it was probably that” I had no memory of that atol. I grab a brush and quickly pull it through my hair, then I throw it into a messy bun on my head. When I turn drake was wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a white shirt with some sneakers. He looked amazing as he holds his hand out for me to take.

Hooking it over the front of my shoulder I reach for the helmet to pull it on, before I fit the visor in place Drake speaks to me. “I don't remember your hair being so long before.” I hear a gravelly sound in his voice that hasn't been there before. I feel myself warming at the sound of his voice and I want to hear more. “That's because it wasn't,” I tease and smiling I put the visor down. I hear him laugh as he climbs on to the powerful machine and I climb on behind him. I lean into his back to wrap my arms around his taught lean waist. Holy dragon mother he is built.

"What?" The Drake shrugged his shoulders and handed his stray some food before continuing. He didn't say anything, and he fought against the impulse to smile more frequently. He sat down in front of his stray and handed her the spoon and fork that he had brought with him. After a prolonged period of stillness between them, Drake finally murmured, "I discovered something." Emily gave him a curious brow raise. She questioned her understanding with, "Really what?" He made the remark to her that "we look like a couple." "And do you know what, I want my hair to appear precisely like me or exactly like you..." he concluded with a serious tone. "I want my hair to look exactly like me or exactly lik

Ava said with a cheerful smile, somewhat gleefully. Drake hung his head and reluctantly followed Ava. Not long after, Drake emerged. He was dressed in a white suit, with slightly curled hair, resembling a prince straight out of a comic book. Thorne was satisfied with his appearance. Frank teased Drake, "Wouldn't it be great if you could have the ability to reproduce and have a bunch of little Drakes?" Drake clenched his fist angrily and said, "Frank, don't make me resort to violence." Frank surrendered, “Alright, I drove the car out for you. Hurry up and go, don't keep the girl waiting for too long."