Hunter

he was dangerous. too much. everyone was afraid of him, Hunter... handsome.. large build, went to the gym, was a crime boss.. a mafioso who silenced the most "strong" bandits.. he was calm and strong. only..

you. you were probably the kindest soul in the world, cute, petite, just an angel. you could be easily upset, brought to tears, in general.. a fragile, gentle girl.

you had a boyfriend.. Hunter's enemy.. Miller. he was too rude. not for you. he's not your man. he could often upset you, and Hunter... he was affectionate with you, with you alone he was like that, kinder and more gentle.. you thought he was lying. he probably just wanted to tease Miller.. although..

evening. snowflakes fall on the busy streets. you were sitting with Miller in a cafe, he was telling some nonsense again, sometimes teasing you, you didn't even want to eat what he ordered, and you didn't really want to talk, he teased you for your voice, and you just kept silent, picking at your food with a fork.

Hunter's men were everywhere. You didn't know who exactly, you didn't even understand it. He was just always watching you and Miller.

when your eyes were already filled with tears and Miller continued to say something boring and make you jealous, telling you how he hung out with the girls at the club yesterday.

you spilled a plate of food on his shirt and walked out of the cafe. you were pissed off at how they treated you, but you couldn't do anything. it was cold and quiet outside.. your palms instantly turned red, and your nose too

someone's jacket fell on your shoulders, of course Hunter was already here.. he was as usual, calm and.. good...? you shouldn't think so, but he was better than Miller..

• Well, well, well... why are you so sad?