Simply Red // C.Brown (On Hold)
A revamp of 'The Artist'// A Chris Brown fanfic.
There's something to the feeling of not knowing him,not seeing his colors as they appear,but as they truly are. There's something about him being unknown, quiet,and cold hearted. There's something unspoken about him,something I can never quite put words to. Something terrifying yet beautiful.
He is a saint with the lips of a sinner.
He is an angel with a devilish kiss.
He is a storm not the kind you run from but the the kind you chase.
He is simply red.
"I will bruise your lips,and scar your knees and love you too hard.I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. When I'm done you'll finally understand why storms are named after people." He whispered into my ear. Hearing the dominance in his voice which weakened me,intimidated me.
"Show me your masterpiece"
"I'll have to paint you in order for it to be a masterpiece." He said gripping my thigh firmly causing me to let out a low gasp.