Kaori Prescott, the FBI Agent who stirs drama wherever she goes. She does her job and does it well but there is always something to be said. Given a mission she will take it with snarky sarcastic comment but what if one time she messes up and messes up badly? Everything goes to complete utter shit and fast.
Ariel Christiano, the mysterious boy that is the son of a dangerous Mafia Lord. Doing everything 'they' say can get you an 'X' on your back. And that's why he's got an FBI Agent with a gun pointed at his head.
Once you stumble you fall. There is no going back. After all, everyone knows not to fall in love on the job.
Listen to your superiors they say.
My heart beats fast to go on a killing spree
Had to put up a front to not be prey;
Nonexistent to everyone but me.
Sitting in the corner ready to shout;
Wears a mask every day to be content.
The end of the day the pain and misery sprout;
Tired of the affliction and torment.
Him and her. Her and him. Both a fright train.
It'll do, me and you, with our unite;
For all the times through the rain and the pain.
Skies are dark and days are grey with no light.
Dreams all fulfilled with the happiest thrill.
It all moves while we are in a standstill.
Turning my head to the entrance of the cafeteria I see him.
He is looking directly at me.
They mugshot did him no justice. He was well over 6ft. He had three piercings. His unruly curly hair was jet black and so were his perfectly arched eyebrows. He had big light brown eyes. Let's not forget his perfectly sunkissed caramel skin. The broadest shoulders and the biggest biceps. You could almost see he worked out daily because of the black muscle shirt that was straining against his muscles. I wonder a six-pack or eight.
That was most definitely Ariel Christiano.
He was a turn on.
"You done eye raping me yet?"
And turned off.