𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲

Cafune (n.) - Running your fingers through the hair of someone you love.

Vincenzo

I lay in the bed, running my fingers through Anastasia's soft hair as she slept. The alarm went off almost an hour ago, yet she looked so tired as she lay amongst the silk duvet covers. She looked serene laying there in my shirt, in my bed; with her hair flooded down around her body. Her chest rises and falls slowly, knowing she was calm; I knew it was time to get up.

I slide my shoulder from underneath her dainty head and wander into the bathroom. I suddenly felt sickened, being around my own 'wife' made me feel sick to my stomach. She wasn't the sickening part of it all, I was. I made the deal that I never knew could make me so guilty.

This woman was making me fucking insane. It was like she was placed in this marriage to mess with me. She couldn't leave my mind even if she tried.

Anastasia truly did something to me, I couldn't help but feel it now.

"Vincenzo?" Her sultry voice calls out to me.

I take a deep breath appearing into her view.

"What's wrong?" I ask, leaning against the bathroom door frame.

"What time is it?" She asks.

"Just turned ten."

Anastasia rarely woke up before this time, it was easier that way. I could be working whilst she lay in bed, for a while longer to make sure she's stable.

She immediately frowns, looking at me.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" She asks.

"You were tired," I sigh.

"That's never stopped you before," She sighs, walking over to stand before me.

I turn back and begin to get ready for a shower. I slip from my clothes one by one until I'm left standing there naked.

I step under the boiling water and let the water stream down my aching body. Today's the day before I leave. I have no idea what she's going to do while I'm gone and quite frankly, I don't think she doesn't either. Anastasia just did what I told her to do while I was here, it was easier for both of us that way. I wanted to leave her so much, but really I want to stay, I need to stay. Not for her, for me.

I hated going to Russia, it was always busy with stuck-up boys and their small hand in power. However, I must discuss further alliance than his baby girl and come to terms with what else needs to be done to maintain safety from the storm of a closing-in enemy. I almost took Anastasia with me, however, I fear she would never leave her dearest papa.

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I step from around the glass panel, standing behind the girl admiring herself in the mirror. I run my hands slowly down her sides, cautiously, gripping her hips.

"Towel Vincenzo," She huffs, grabbing a towel from the rack and throwing it at me.

"You're no fun," I frown, stepping away from her.

I wrap the fabric around my widened waist, she takes the toothbrush from the stand and begins to brush her teeth. Once she finishes she takes whatever skincare she has off her face as she finally begins to get undressed for her shower.

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I lean on the sink as I admire her gorgeous figure as the water runs from it. I smile a little as she wraps the towel around her shoulders rather than around her torso. Her hair was a wet mess yet she still managed to pull it off.

I felt something towards her, if not love then attraction. I knew she did too. I couldn't help but feel as though she dragged me from the dark pit I had once lived in for 7 years and gave my life the purpose she formerly stole from me. She took me from my own hell that she threw me into all those years ago. I didn't love her for it, but I didn't hate her for it. We had a mutual agreement, we got along. Sometimes at least, and sometimes we fuck. That's all it is, nothing more, nothing less.