You watched his every move, as he entered your home. The lights illuminated the gray walls, as the smell of the cleaner you used, to get the mud off of the floor, was inhaled by the two of you.

Your cold gaze traveled up the form of the Frenchman. You couldn't deny how attractive he was. Not to mention, how dependent on you.

Your lips slightly curved into a smirk of ill intent.

Francis couldn't see the malicious thoughts swimming through your striking (e/c) eyes. All he could take from the situation, was that you were staring at him with an alluring smirk.

His cheeks flared in a rosy color, as his mind went blank. If Francis had known he'd get this type of attention from you, he would have drove to your place in a storm awhile ago.

His heart skipped a beat, as you walked towards him. It was like the simple reality of you wanting to be closer to him made him internally malfunction.

You knew exactly what you were doing.

Francis was not your patient at the moment, and you were bored. You were just going to amuse yourself. Nothing too serious.

Maybe.

Your face was about only a few inches away from his face. If you didn't know any better, you would have assumed him to be dead. His breathing had seemingly stopped. But the rapid beating of his poor, unsuspecting heart told you otherwise.

The silky skin of your hand touched the light stubble of his cheek. You took notice of his eyes widening at your actions. Oh, how you did love his eyes.

Francis pondered if this was all an illusion out on by his mind. It wouldn't have been the first time that he had dreams of you, that were so realistic that he would wake up, depressed of the false affections.

Just as he went to put his warm hand over your, you pulled it back.

"It's could outside. I think it would be best, if you changed out of these clothes, and I'll make you something to eat. Okay?"

Francis could do nothing more than nod.

"Good, I think I have some sleeping clothes my brother left, when he was visiting."

Nothing but the damp hood was visible, as the form walked in the raven night. The only light was that offered up, by the moon and stars. Which, wasn't much.

Nikolai was walking around, in the wet grass. His nerves felt all jumbled, as he replayed the recent events in his mind. He has seen that man be allowed into (Y/n)'s home.

That was not okay, in the slightest.

He didn't know their relation to one another, but his gut sense had told him that he should worry about the blond man.

"How dare that bastard think he can just take what isn't his."

Then, he could hear water that fit in with the sync of the rain.

It didn't take much looking to see that Francis needed a shower. Which led him to be doing the exact task in the guest bathroom, now.

He scrubbed the pail skin, embarrassed that you noticed his musky smell, from an eventful day.

Thinking the job was finally done, Francis grabbed the crisp towel, and he wrapped it around his waist.

The rumors about (Y/n) being an immensely successful person must be true. God, this was a spacious guest bathroom.

Crystal blue eyes identified the spot, in which, he has set the clothing down.

"That's strange."

He didn't remember opining the window. In fact, he didn't.

Unless it was already like that.

Or maybe....

No, he was just being paranoid. Right?

'Take a few deep breaths, Francis.'

That's what (Y/n) had told him to do when he got upset, like this.

Suddenly, a searing pain could be felt. A scream rippled through the air, as he could feel tears streaming out of his eyes.

"Shhh! We wouldn't want anyone to hear, would we?"

The voice let out a small chuckle, as Francis could feel his consciousness fading from the pain.

Francis tried crawling to the door, only to get pulled even further back.

It just wasn't fair.

He thought he was going to finally get the girl of his dreams....

Only for her to literally break his heart.

A/N ~ This pains me xD I seriously love Francis, but it had to be done! Poor Francy Pants :(