So this was the assassination plot.
I stared at the corpse seeping blood onto my floor as people hurried around me. Everything seemed to be happening like I wasn't in the room. Guards were checking for any more hidden assassins while the maids were busy trying to clean the blood up. In the rush, I felt like an island alone on a volatile sea.
Striker broke through the noise with a simple touch to my hand. I looked at my hand encased in his, then up into his grim face. In a soft tone, he said, "You okay, darlin'?"
"I expected the attempt, I just didn't know it would end like...this." I replied.
Leaning my head against his shoulder, I added in a quiet voice, "Would you consider staying?"
"What do you mean?"
I turned to face him, letting the rest of the world fall to the wayside, "This won't be the last time this happens. I know you don't..."
Striker cut me off by pulling me into a hug. Laying my head against his chest, I felt for the first time tonight like everything was going to be all right.
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Heavy is the Head | A Striker x Reader Story
Lãng mạnHeavy is the head who wears the crown. And heavy is the heart yearning for love. From the creator of Big Cats and Cowboys, Ma'at in Hell, and others. I do not own Helluva Boss or any of its amazing characters. I'm just a fan who likes to write.
