~●●☆•ARES SARANTOS•☆●●~
I wasn't always angry. Infact I actually used to be somewhat of an extrovert.
I didn't mind making friends or even talking to people. Now? My social battery runs out within the matter of seconds.
Some days my emotions got the better of me, even more so, since I was in close proximity to a Novikov.
Yet, something about her was so alluring — it was beyond me. However, the mere sight of her pissed me off.
She seemed lost in her own world, as if she were fighting her own demons. She didn't seem to live in luxury like I thought. I almost felt sorry for her when I saw her in the grocery store.
She looked tired and exhausted. But i had to keep my guard up. I knew her father was looking for me. I also knew that he'd go to any lengths to make sure that he had me at his mercy.
I refused to be naive around a Novikov. I refused to feel sorry for one. Even one with pretty blue eyes and porcelain skin, and full pink lips , dainty hands —,
I was snapped out of my thoughts when a voice called out to me.
"Ares," my friend and right hand man Marcus burst through the door.
I lifted my head up and gave him an unimpressed look. "What?" I spoke and he just shook his head.
"Man, you've been so bitchy lately. The guys and I want to go out,"
"Then go, no one's stopping you," I snapped at him.
There was one particular reason I was extremely bitchy recently and it was her. I hated how when she came up to me on the street , I had the urge to protect her, yet I hated her and everything her family stood for.
I hated how that drunk lowlife looked at her, like she was his next meal. I also hated how I promised I'd take her home today after work.
But Marcus didn't need to know that.
"We want you to come," he said slowly, like I was some idiot.
"I've got shit to do later," I said dismissively.
"You're lame," he shot back and walked out.
One thing to know about Marcus was that he used to work for one the main drug dealers in the country. He was immaculate with knives. That was usually his weapon of choice. They were stupid to let him go. He was like a cat, extremely quiet and nimble.
I found him tied up at the back of a dumpster a few years ago with cuts on his inner thighs and slashes across his back. Turns out he was hooking up with one of the gunmen and his boss was extremely homophobic.
I took him and took care of him, he was like the little brother I didn't have. He was 2 years younger than me — it wasn't a big age gap but he was also extremely shadowed from the world. Ever since then it had just been him and I. I moved him into my place and he went wherever I did.
In a way, he saved my life too — he was the reason I didn't go insane because of loneliness.
I checked my watch and it was almost 9pm, I grabbed my car keys from my desk and put on a jacket.
The drive to the diner wasn't that far. When I reached the place, I turned the car off and just waited until she walked out. The diner was empty and Kori was just cleaning up. She looked beautiful in the fluorescent lights of the diner. Her hair was pulled into a sloppy ponytail and she had her earphones on.

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Kori Novikov | 18+
Romance☆☆☆☆☆ "Then why did you hurt me," I whispered, not being able to say it any louder. His face softened as he stared at me. His hand reached up to my cheek and I didn't even stop him. It was too late. I was in love with him and now that he's admitted...