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EXTERNAL POV

"Duty, love, death and angels ... Which one would you choose?"

That evening the rain kept pouring and sloshing down Dublin without the shortest break; it was heavy, cold and loud and it almost engulfed every other sound and light, for it was a dark evening of late November. The wind didn’t help, but there wasn’t much to do. Welcome to Ireland.

Enna had worked till late because they had many customers and as usual the owner didn’t manage the appointment correctly and so Enna and colleagues had to literally work their ass off, running from one person to another, making sure everything was perfect and done in the correct way, and making sure the client was happy and satisfied; Enna would never let a customer set foot out of the salon if not satisfied and happy. Enna himself had to feel pleased with his job. And he loved his job, therefore didn’t sure complain and the more he was busy and running, the less he had free time to think about that man.

Roman.

Almost two weeks had passed since that night and if he had a hope to see him, now he knew it would never happen. And how would that possibly happen? He probably didn’t even remember his name anymore. As usual he sighed silently and pushed his hair in the hood and peeked at the heavy and dark sky.

No moon, no stars tonight.

He was walking back and if he were a person easy to curse, he would have cursed like a sailor the heavy rain and the fact the train of the LUAS had to stop for a breakdown and that meant walking under such weather. But he just pulled over the hood, opened the umbrella and quickly walked to his apartment. He finally reached it and the evening felt so dark, cold and lonely...Enna felt lonely, for reasons he couldn’t explain even to himself; no that was a lie, for he knew the reasons very well. He juggled with the keys of the main door, the umbrella, the bag with the food and his own bag; he pushed his bag over his arm, stuck the key in the door, decided to leave the other bag on the ground, balanced the umbrella between his shoulders and face and went to push the door open. But he stopped and froze on the spot.

He heard that strong, compelling and filling voice calling his name with almost unnerving calm and intensity, even though his voice was not loud, just over the heavy rain.

“Enna.”

At the sound of that voice calling his name, Enna felt like freezing and stopping for the shock and surprise, fearing it was just his imagination and the obsession he had developed for that man. The obsession and love he had developed for Roman. His entire lean and delicate looking figure froze and his hands trembled, while his breathing went irregular. Then his heart burst alive again and began to race crazily, along with his blood coursing through his body and making him vibrate and shiver in many emotions.

Roman was there and Enna felt that commanding and inevitable and magnetic pull cracking and filling the air around him and ordering him to turn around. It was as if invisible hands took hold of him and guided his entire figure and heart to that man.

And so he turned and met those dark and emerald eyes and that handsome and hard face staring at him with consuming intensity, the head and part of his face covered by a hood, the rain dripping down his black coat.

It wasn’t his imagination; it really was Roman there standing in front of him just a meter away, down the three steps of the main door of the building, and making him prisoner of his eyes with that compelling and piercing gaze, as if trying to touch his soul and capture his most hidden thoughts. But everything of Enna belonged to that man.

“Roman?” He barely whispered.

Roman was there and he had no idea what to say, for a confusion and chaos of thoughts, questions, emotions, feelings and needs broke into his mind and heart and he could just stare at that man with shivering hands and lips, just calling his name to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Roman...” He whispered again, bringing one hand in front of his mouth, feeling the umbrella on the other side about to slip down on the ground.

The man took a step and stopped, now closer to him, and Enna could see a trace of a smile on his handsome face. Roman went to move his hand, but he stopped, and then took another step and they were just few centimetres apart.

“Yes, my angel. It’s me.”

At those words, Enna felt his knees trembling for their intensity of the voice and stare, feeling struggling emotions coming from that man, but also a strong resolution and inevitability.

“Let me, please.” He said, taking his bag and the umbrella. “Better go inside, if you want me to.”

ROMAN POV

I was a breath away from Enna and his eyes kept staring at me so intensely and so surprised that they brought a smile on my face; I needed and wanted to touch his face and hair and know how he was doing, if he was doing well and if everything was fine with him, if that bastard had stayed away from him.

The moment I crossed that street and called his name, I knew there was no more turning back and now I had to understand how this was going to work, because I had no idea and my priorities were now overlapping and mixing; but I knew I had to keep my angel safe and out of this, and on this I would never be confused or altered. Never. His safety came before anything else. Yet here I was, endangering him with my own very presence, but I tried to resist him without success and when the torment became unbearable, when the idea of him with another man blinded my reason and had me experience new emotions, when I felt the physical, emotional and mental need to see him and be with him, yes, I knew I had to go to my angel.

I took a couple of steps on the short mini stairs leading to the main door and now we were so close that I could feel his sweet and tender aura wrapping around me and ordering me to never let go of this angel; and I never would. Enna was carrying a bag that looked heavy and his umbrella was about to fall down and let the rain pouring on his hood, so I moved my hand to take the bag from his arm and then also took the umbrella. Another step and now we were standing on the same ground and our bodies touching through our clothes.

“Let me, please.” I said while taking his things, setting my eyes on his feeling again that incredible pull, the need to claim those glossy and now probably cold lips, as to make Enna mine completely.

He just slightly nod and I saw questions flashing on his breath-taking blue and shining eyes and on his angelic face, but this wasn’t the place and we were still standing outside. If he asked me questions, I would answer, as when I decided to cross that street, the decision of telling him what and who I was became inevitable; he had to know it, at least the part I could tell without having to involve in something he better stayed of, and then he would decide how to act in consequence.

“Better go inside, if you want me to.” I said, still keeping my eyes on his, not anyway able to look away from his beautiful face.

I always wanted to give him the choice to decide and do otherwise, so I would always ask for his permission; it was not a normal situation and Enna had the full right to decide otherwise and push me away, and even if painful, I would respect his decision. He tilted his head back to better stare at me and he slightly opened those lips, but no words came out from them, then he suddenly threw his arms around my neck and I almost took a step back for the surprise and for the unexpected rash of his action. My angel was hugging me so tightly and strongly that was almost leaving me breathless for the intensity I felt coming from him, from his slender body now completely pressed on mine, from his face and lips brushing the fabric of my hood, just a touch away from my face.

“Roman...where have you been?” He asked in a breath pressing his mouth of my covered neck. My angel was shivering and his voice was broken and I just felt the urge to make him feel better at once.

“Enna, it’s better if we go inside. Can I?”

“You don’t need to ask.” Enna kept his arms around me and I had to feel him more than this.

I shifted the bag over my shoulder and my arm wrapped around his smaller frame to pull him even closer. The need to feel him was now imperative. We just kept in each other arms for few moments and my eyes closed realizing Enna had not forgotten about me, because the feelings coming from him were too loud and intense to be mistaken. He then released me from his hug and went to take his bag, but I shook my head.

“Just open the door, my angel.” He smiled and nervously bit his lower lip and I had to force myself to stay where I was without doing anything, because I was not going to kiss him or touch him before telling him the truth; he had to know.

“Thank you.” He turned back and I followed him, sheltering his head from the rain, and when he pushed the door open, I closed the umbrella and collected the other bag on the ground. Enna took the umbrella from my hand and smiled. “At least, let me carry this.”

I simply nodded and followed him inside and up the stairs. None of us said a single word and he was evidently nervous and agitated and it was clear he had many questions in his mind and I was surprised he had hugged me, since I was not expecting that and I thought he might have told me to go away and leave him alone. But when he hugged me, I felt again that deep and consuming love burning inside me and I felt in peace; with him in my arms, everything was in peace and in the right place. He stopped in front of the door of his apartment and opened it, stepping inside and moving to the side to allow me in; we exchanged a silent and deep look and then crossed the threshold of his apartment and closed the door behind me.

I just had the time to put the bag down on the floor before Enna abruptly turned around facing me, his hair and face now free from the hood, but looking hurt, confused, angry, worried, ... relieved. It was such a breath-taking and overwhelming mix of emotions that I didn’t know what to say for a moment and then he burst out.

“Where have you been? Why did you leave me like that? What happened? Who are you? What are you doing here?” He was now pushing my chest with his hands, as if he wanted to shove me away, but I could tell he was letting out his emotions and it pained me seeing how my behaviour had hurt him. I didn’t expect that...so we really both felt the same. That connection, that bond...that love. “You just left without saying a word and I thought I would never see you again, and after saying I was your angel and your soul and what happened to you?”

The palms of his hands kept hitting my chest, but he wasn’t being harsh or rough, he was simply letting out his emotions and I felt pain for seeing him so stressed and upset. My angel shouldn’t feel like that; he should be only happy, loved and smiling in that ethereal and tempting way of his. His voice wasn’t loud, but he spoke very fast and I had a hard time understanding everything; he kept poking me and I took a step back and he followed and poked me and asked more questions, his lips now trembling and his eyes slightly watery, looking straight at me and in a clear and painful confusion of emotions and I just had to make him feel better.

“Enna..” I tried to say, but he shook his head.

“Don’t Enna me, I want to know why now you are back? Are you going to leave again like last time and disappear for almost two weeks and...” He suddenly stopped and fell silent and dropped his head down, his hair slipping in front and cascading in a very light blonde and silky wave. I tipped his chin and tilted it up, to look at his beautiful face, wanting to tell him that I wasn’t anymore going to leave.

“Enna, I..”

He stopped me again.

“I missed you, Roman..I thought I would never see you again and I thought that what was there that night, this impossible to explain and crazy and deep pull and connection was only in my mind, even though I knew you never promised me anything and I know now I am behaving worse than a child and being absurd and unreasonable and immature and I know...”

This time I stopped him by suddenly grabbing his wrists and pulling him in one move against me. He gasped and I wrapped my arms around him, not letting go, caging him mine and only mine.

“Forgive me, my angel. I did leave you because I believed it was the best solution for you...you do not know me, Enna. You do not know what I am. Forgive me for everything...I missed you too and you were always in my mind and in my heart. And I had to see you again. Enna, I was not able to let you go and I know should not be here.”

His eyes widened at my words and his lips went to say something, but after staring at me in complete silence and trembling in my arms, he let his head and body rest on me completely, his soft hair tickling my chin. I felt his hands now grabbing my jacket as if afraid I would go and leave if he let go of it, and so I just closed my arms around him stronger, inhaling his sweet and inebriant scent from his hair.

“Enna, I did feel the same that night. The pull and like if I am yours and you are mine, like we belong together, I am sorry for my English, but it was the same for me and it was not just sex, my angel. It was more than sex.” He shivered on me at those words and slipped his arms on my back and kept silent for more moments. “I am sorry my angel.” I murmured on his head, feeling his body pressed on me and his hands grabbing the back of my jacket.

“Roman...I am sorry for what I said before; I behaved just like an immature child and...oh dear me, I don’t know...I missed you so much and I really thought I wasn’t going to see you ever again. It hurt so much and I don’t even know myself why and I wanted to see you at such point that I thought I would go crazy.”

“Forgive me.”

“Please don’t leave now...”

“I cannot leave you Enna, you do not understand; I cannot leave you and I know I should not be here, but I cannot stay away from you.”

“Then don’t, just stay here with me, because I need you and that night we both felt the same and I knew it wasn’t just a night of sex for you, I felt it that night from the way you held me, the way you touched me and talked to me...I was just..”

“I do understand you, my angel.”

He pulled back and his hands travelled from my back to my neck, pulling my head towards his, feeling his warm and sweet breath on my lips. Enna smiled in that breath-taking and tender way that had me his completely, and then sank his fingers in my hair.

“I love when you call me like that...you really think I am your angel?”

“You are my angel, Enna and you are my soul.”

He drifted closer and I moved back, having him arching his perfect and dark brows in frustration.

“You are still pulling away from me, Roman, why?”

“I think you have questions, yes?” He nodded. “I first want to tell you something and then maybe, if you still want me here..”

“Roman, I know you are not someone common and I feel you have some dark secrets and you just scream danger and menace, but I don’t feel any for me, because you make me feel safe.”

“That is because I want you safe.” I simply said, staring at his shining and smiling eyes. Enna was so beautiful and perfect that he could not be just a mere human being.

“I know that, I can feel it.” He smiled softly and I had to dip my fingers in his hair and he leaned on my touch, closing his eyes and breathing out content, having me to force myself to stay calm. When he slightly arched at my touch and tilted his head to the side on my hand, his inviting lips smiling, I had to close my eyes a moment to swallow down the consuming and raw desire suddenly invading me. “Why you keep your eyes closed?” He asked me.

“I need to control myself.” I said with rather dark and low voice.

“Why?” I opened my eyes and he was there, only a mere breath away from my face and now chaining me at him with a very tempting and mischievous smile, his body seductively pressing on me, with his hands softly pulling my hair.

“Why, Roman?” He asked again with a note of playfulness and temptation.

We exchanged a long and mute glance and then I smirked.

“Because I want you Enna, I want to take you and make you mine, to take you for hours and hours.” He smiled more alluringly and bent his head on the side, letting his lips on the skin of my jaw, and then barely brushing my ear where his warm breath sent dangerous shivers down my spine. If he was trying to seduce me, he was doing an amazing job. Even too amazing, but I had to restrain myself with all my will.

“Really? You want me Roman? Please tell me so, because I love to hear it and you know I want to be yours and I want and need you to possess me completely and like that night.”

“Enna..” If he kept talking like this my control might slip and I couldn’t afford it. Not now and I would not let it slip.

“I know.” He probably realized my state of mind.

We had to talk first; Enna had to know who I was. Then he could decide what to do.

“We must talk first, my angel. This is the right and fair thing to do, yes?” I was barely able to control myself and I did it only because I knew I had to. Then I remembered that man I saw last week, the one Enna hugged. “Enna, can I ask you something?”

“Of course Roman, you can ask me anything.” His eyes smiled and I took a strand of his hair and locked it around my finger and he loomed closer. He was an angel, my tempting angel.

“Do you have a man? Do you see someone now?” He arched his brows in confusion and shook his head and then pulled back a moment.

“No, of course not Roman or else I wouldn’t be here with you, why do you ask me? I told you I missed you and couldn’t stop thinking about and..” I pressed my thumb on his lips and chuckled. When he talked that fast, it was still a problem to understand everything.

“You talk fast when nervous.” I simply said and he slightly blushed and looked away. “Hey, I like it, I just have problem with understand everything.”

“Sorry about that, but why you asked me that?”

“Last week I did come here, because I wanted to see you, but I did stop. Then that man, Michael, came by car, but he did nothing and just left. I did want to follow him and kill him, to cut his..how do you say it?” I pointed his throat and he widened his eyes shocked and I cursed at myself for talking in this way in front of him. It might be normal for me, yes, but I was with Enna and not with someone of my organization, I wasn’t with Anton. “Forgive me, angel.”

He took my face in his hands and forced me to look at him. He wasn’t scared and I couldn’t understand how that was possible. Yes, I understood that Enna was someone special and really meant to be my other half. No more doubts, no more turning back. We belonged together.

“You came over here to see me, but you didn’t? Why? Michael was out there?” I just nodded. “When?”

“Last Wednesday.”

“And dear me, are you insane Roman? To follow him and kill him? Please don’t; I couldn’t stand the idea of you dirtying your hands for someone like him, someone that doesn’t deserve anything... do not ever think about dirtying your hands for me ever again.”

He really was an angel, a pure and beautiful and compassionate angel.

“Enna, my angel, believe me, my hands are already dirty, and I would do it for you without to think about it.” His eyes widened and his lips trembled and he was trying probably to process everything. “I am sorry, I scare and bother you with dark things and..”

“No.” He said with decision. “No you don’t, I want to know and I need to understand.” Then he stopped and giggled and I creased my forehead not understanding why he did that. “You then stayed there longer and waited, right? So you saw Cillian, a man with dark and curly hair, right?” I just nodded and studied his eyes. Who was this Cillian man?

“Who is Cillian?” I demanded rather possessively, but he did not mind that, as he pressed closer and once again sank his fingers in my hair.

“He is my best friend and he is like a brother to me. We never had anything together and I never would. So you see, Roman? I have no one, expect you now.” His lips were almost touching mine and I had again to close my eyes and pull away.

“We need to talk.” I said hearing my voice rather raw and husky. He giggled in a very tempting way and his hands travelled down on my chest, going to unbutton my jacket and pushing it over my shoulders. I let him do that and it fell on the ground and with my eyes still close, I removed his coat too. When I felt his hands on my shirt, I jerked my eyes open and grabbed his wrists. “Enna, we really need to talk first.”

“I know that, Roman. I need a shower first, a really warm shower, as I am tired and cold. And you need one too and then I will cook dinner and we can talk and...” He bit his lip. “Will you answer some questions?”

“Yes, I will.” My voice held no hesitation whatsoever.

“Will you explain me the meaning of your tattoos?” I smiled at his question and nodded.

“Yes, this cannot be avoided.” He studied my face and his index finger drew the profile of it, from my temple to my lips.

“Your English has improved.” I gave him a questioning glance. “Yes, Roman. Your English seems better, at least I think so.”

“I did study.” I explained.

“You what?”

“I did study it because I had to. It seems that I’m good with languages.” And that was true and it came very handy inside the group.

“How many languages do you speak?” He asked honestly curious. I took again a strand of his hair and pulled it on my lips.

“Four.” I simply said. Enna widened his eyes in surprised and asked which languages I did speak. “Ukrainian, Russian, English and...” Should I tell him which other language I spoke or not? Would that give away something? I spoke Chechen and that would link probably to something, as it was not so common to speak it. I reflected a moment on that and he shook his head and pressed his finger on my lips.

“You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want.” We stared at each other more and he asked me something else. “Is Roman your real name?”

“Yes my angel. Roman is my real name.”

“I like it.”

“And I like yours.”

“Can we now shower?” I pulled back and took a step backward, but he stopped me. “I know what you are thinking about, but I just want to shower with you, nothing more. We don’t have to do anything, simply wash each other, please Roman, I need it. I don’t want to spend a second away from you.” His eyes were so intense and compelling, his voice so alluring and sweet that I could not resist him.

“As you wish you, my angel.”

Enna was now completely naked in front of me and my eyes kept travelling his slender and sensual body not able to stop and look away; he was so beautiful and pure looking, almost fragile with that pale and perfect skin, with his long and blonde hair, with his lean frame...he had muscles yes, but they were the slim and elegant type, and he looked just dangerously tempting and seductive and the water of the shower cascading on his head and having his hair sticking wet on him, gave my control a real challenge. I was able to restrain myself only because I was used to control my emotions and reactions and because it was clear in my mind the fact we had first to talk.

His fingers travelled my chest with soap and my eyes closed relishing in the feeling of them me, studying my body and muscles, following the lines of my tattoos and I could almost hear the questions in his head. Such quiet and tender moment of intimacy and peace had never been part of my life before and I now I was savouring every little bit of it, every second of it. I cannot say I miss it in my life, because it never was there and I did not know what it meant, but now here with Enna had me savouring and hold precious this moment.

I wanted to wash his perfect and delicate body, too, but he had stopped me before and said to stay still. My hands were firm on his hips and when he moved closer, I felt him and his hardening member pressing on my thigh and I had no idea how I managed to control myself from taking him right there with all the insane lust and desire and possession coursing through me and having me almost crazy.

“Enna, please...It is difficult to control if you do that.” He chuckled and slipped his hands on my arms, his fingers stroking them with soap.

“If I do what? This?” He pressed closer, his erection almost stroking mine, as by now I was fully and completely hard, and I had to gently push him away.

“Enna.” I opened my eyes and gave him a rather dark and firm look, but he just smiled more sensually and provoking, slowly closing the small gap between us, and I had to clutch his wrists, not harshly of course, since I would never do anything to hurt him, but firmly enough. “You do not understand, I can barely control myself now and you don’t help me.”

He nodded and asked me to turn around to wash my back. I did as he said and felt again his fingers studying my skin and I am sure my inks. I loved that sensation and his touch was so delicate, but arousing at the same time.

“Roman, what does this tattoo here mean with this Orthodox church? You said you have no God and you believe in nothing, so why do you have religious symbols tattooed on your body?” I felt his body pressing on my mine and his hands slipped around me. I rested the palms of my hand of the wall of the shower letting the water try to cool down my burning desire and need to possess Enna. My breathing was heavy and deep and I took his hands in mine, intertwining our fingers. “Roman, will you tell me?”

“Do you want to talk about it now and here?” I asked.

“I want to know what it means.” His voice was firm and final and I knew he really wanted to know. I took a deep breath and untangled our fingers, turning around to stare at his face.

“I cannot tell you everything, but I will tell you what I can, yes?” He nodded and his eyes never left mine, always studying me with consuming intensity and compelling passion. “This is not a religious symbol, Enna and it does not mean I believe in God or so. I live in Kiev, Ukraine, and there I work for an organization and my boss is Russian, but always lived there. For a man like me and for people like me, that tattoo does mean I was in prison and the numbers of ..” I didn’t know the word, but Enna understood and said it for me.

“The number of cupolas?”

“Yes, the number of cupolas does mean how many years I was in prison. Three years, my angel. You see, I should not be here with you, because I am tainted and not like you, so pure and beautiful.”

Enna fell completely silent and I could only stare at him, my soul and my heart in his hands for him to do with them as he pleased; I let go of him and gave him space, because I saw confusion on his face. His eyes fixed mine and he was holding his breath; I didn’t know what he was thinking about, if he had already figured something of the sort. It was hard to tell. I rested my back on the wall and tempted to brush his hair behind his shoulders and he let me do it; so he was not scared of me. At least, not yet. That was just the smallest part of the tainted man I was.

“Why have you been in prison?” My angel asked with a whisper. It was difficult for him to comprehend what kind of person I was. A tainted and dark soul.

“I had to, it is like a ritual in a way and it was because I killed a man.” With those words I let go of his hair and created distance between us. He went still and his eyes dropped down, taking in the wholeness of my words.

A man. I had not killed just a man in my life; I had no idea how many people I had killed and it never bothered me, because it was my job, what I was doing in my life. There was nothing to think about that; if you cross the line and play out of the rules, well, that was going to be the price. But maybe now this would mean to lose Enna, because an angelic and pure creature like him could not be with a man like me; it wasn’t possible and it wasn’t fair for him. This time it would be him leaving me. I looked at his face and went to touch it, but I stopped. He tilted back and those shining blue eyes chained me there with him.

“You killed a man?”

“Yes.”

“Oh dear me, of course, I felt something coming from you. You have this dark and dangerous and strong aura around you and you look like someone with a dangerous life and the way you reacted to Michael and your tattoos and everything about you... You killed more than just once, right?”

“Yes, do I scare you? I would never hurt you, Enna. Never.” His lips opened up slightly as to say something, but they closed. I had no idea what to say right now, for he had to tell me what to do. “I can go if you want, and you will never see me again. I promise.”

His eyes widened then in something that seemed a mix of fear and panic and again he surprised me with a sudden reaction. In one fluid move he had his body against mine, his hands clutching my biceps firmly and sinking his nails in it.

“Do not go, you hear me? Please don’t leave me, Roman. Don’t go...I...I think I knew all of this and that night, when I decided to sleep with you and give myself to you, I think I realized something of similar and took the decision to trust you, because I felt no threaten coming from you; you only made me feel completely safe and secure and you never did anything against my will, but always let me decide. Roman, I want to know everything about you, so please say you are not leaving.”

I stared a moment at him almost in confusion, since I was not expecting such reactions. Normal people would be scared, would look frightened and would only want to run as far as possible from and pray to never cross my path again and most importantly, never anger me; and I always loved that, enjoyed when people feared and respected me. I was Roman with the stars, yes of course, but even before that I liked how my name had people reacting. And now? Now this ethereal and sensual creature was here with his arms on me, not afraid in the least, and asking me not to leave him. Enna was not common at all, but I already knew that, yes. And not just because he was an angel; he had this particular instinct that guided him. He guessed and felt since our first meeting what kind of man I was and even knowing that, he let me stay and gave himself to me. And I gave him my heart and soul.

Yes, no more turning back now. Enna was now my life and I had never expected and calculated something like this to happen, especially when I took that plane to Dublin. Never expected and now I had to think the best way to sort things out in the most safe way for my angel.

I let my arms go around him, resting my hands on the sensual curve of his back, tasting his skin and slightly pulling him closer; still both of us were rather hard and the burning look of determination and almost command in his eyes had me breathless. Enna was a strong person, a very strong and determinate person and you could only love that side of him.

“I am not leaving Enna; I told you I cannot do it. You really don’t mind what I told you? That is only a part of what I am.” I said with calm voice never taking off my eyes from his.

“It is not very easy to completely understand the extent of it and I don’t even know myself why I am not shocked, as I have always been scared by the violent side of Michael and I hate violence, but dear me, I don’t know Roman; with you it’s different. You are not a violent person and I believe you when you say you will never hurt me, I feel it and there is not logic or rationality behind and it is insane, but that’s how I feel and my instinct says I am right. Roman, please tell me more about you.”

“Has he hit you?” I suddenly asked, my voice was dark and filled with growing anger and I wished again to have that piece of shit in my hands.

He shifted his eyes a moment away and thought about something, then looked back at me and I knew I would not like to hear his words and would just want to find that worthless bastard.

“Nobody knows it Roman, but he did hit me a couple of times.” When he said that, I growled low in my throat and caged him in my arms, pressing him completely against me, as if shielding Enna from the world. I felt a new form of anger and it was now less cold and calculated, more burning and irrational, but I would still plan the best way to make that bastard pay. He had my word. That vermin was going to pay for laying his hands on Enna and he was going to pay for it painfully. “Roman? I am sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that, don’t think about doing anything, please..”

“No, you did well to tell me.” I gently pushed him back to look at his eyes and took his face in my hands. “Enna, he will not touch you again.” Because I was going to hunt him down and have a nice and very entertaining conversion with him; well, entertaining for me, as I would enjoy issuing him every sort of pain I could think of. And I sure could think of many ways.

My angel placed his hands on my face firmly and inclined my head lower.

“No, Roman I mean it. Don’t do anything, please. Please do it for me.”

“Enna, he has to pay for what he did to you and if I do nothing, he will come back again.” I explained.

“No, you listen to me. I don’t want you to get in troubles for someone like him, please not. Now I am with you and I know nothing will happen to me. Please Roman, promise it.”

I kept silent for a moment, considering his words and thinking whether I could promise him such things, because the anger and now cold and lethal impulse to hunt that fucking vermin down was invading my veins and body powerfully and it was almost commanding; but when I looked at his eyes, so clear, so shining, so...determinate and pleading for me to make such promise, I could not resist.

“As you wish, my angel.” He smiled and slipped his arms over my neck. I promised not to do anything now, but if he would show again his face and even just think to touch my Enna, well, that was another deal. “Enna I promise not to do a thing now, but if he comes back again and behaves like that night, I will have a discussion with him.”

His eyes widened a moment and I could tell my words had quite an impact on him, so I closed a moment my eyes and took a deep breath. I didn’t like to have him see this side of me, but it wasn’t easy to hide it, because it was who I was and it was my nature.

“Forgive me, I really don’t want to be so..” He placed a finger on my lips.

“Don’t say it. It does not scare me, Roman; it’s who you are and it makes me feel safe. Just please, don’t leave me and don’t get into troubles for me.” I simply nodded and pulled him in my arms. We exchanged long and intense stares and then he smiled and tiptoed to kiss the tip of my nose and I let him do it, as I never felt in my life so much tenderness and love in just a little gesture like this. “We should finish showering and then you can tell me more about yourself. Just one last question, if you can answer.”

“What is it?”

“Is the organization where you work what I think it is?” He bit his lower lip and studied my expression with a hesitating glance.

“Yes Enna, it is what you think.” No point in hiding it and anyway, I of course was not going to explain all the deals and details. Those better stay secret, at least right now.

He nodded and I knew he had many questions and I had no idea how he managed to take such news in that calm and apparently serene way; of course he was surprised, but he was not shocked. But he was right, we had to finish here and then we could properly talk.

“As you said, let’s finish our shower and then you can ask me more and I will tell you what I can, yes?”

“Ok and I will make dinner.” He smiled and I circled my arms stronger around him pressing his figure tightly on me. “What would you like to eat?” He had no idea that such simple question has never been asked to me and for me it meant something completely new. And I liked it, too much; for I was not allowed now to lower my guard and let this personal moment of bliss blind my senses and vision. They had to stay clear and sharp. I had responsibilities and duties, and I sure had not forgotten about them; boss and Anton counted on me and I would not let them down.

“Anything you will cook will be good for me, Enna.” I simply said and I felt him smiling on my neck.

Yes, now I had to be careful not to overstep this thin and risky line between duty and love; I had to make sure to fulfil my responsibility and job and to do it in the best and most efficient way as usual. But now I had to act extra carefully, because my life was not just mine and belonging only to me.

Now my life and soul belonged to my angel.

Author's chit-chat:

So, now the story complicates and deepens.. Roman is revealing part of himself to his angel and what do you think of it? How did you like hearing the beginning of their conversation? Were you expecting to have it in that way?

How will things go from now on? Enna sure is a special person, a real angel, don't you think so? But Roman is another special person... They are soul mate, no mistaking here.

Updating soon!

Until next time xox