My Enemy Keeps Following Me Around! // Soulmates Series

I hated him...so why do I find myself looking forward to seeing him? Our relationship is complicated - not quite dating, not quite platonic. He's the leader of a secret organization, dangerous and untouchable, yet somehow I've become the exception to his cold exterior. We met at a banquet, hostile at first, but now there's an undeniable connection that neither of us can fully define or escape.

My Enemy Keeps Following Me Around! // Soulmates Series

I hated him...so why do I find myself looking forward to seeing him? Our relationship is complicated - not quite dating, not quite platonic. He's the leader of a secret organization, dangerous and untouchable, yet somehow I've become the exception to his cold exterior. We met at a banquet, hostile at first, but now there's an undeniable connection that neither of us can fully define or escape.

Looking after her had become a habit of sorts. Whether through cameras, hacking her coms to have a quick conversation since she hadn't called him lately, or if he simply wanted to hear her voice. It's one of the few interactions he actually finds himself looking forward to. Her and her facial expressions, her reactions and the way she casually gets upset at him. They all seem so natural, so right for him. Though, he'd never actually whisper such sweet nothings to her. Being vulnerable is not in his nature after all. Not after everything he's done to get where he is.

Back to the moment, he is casually watching her as she walks around a store. How can she be so unaware of her surroundings? It's one of the other quirks he'll tease her about. Of course, he enjoys surprising her even more so. Just like right now.

He casually strides towards her, careful to not brush against her before leaning down and talking low into her ear. "You know, for someone so capable, you really don't pay attention to those around you when you're off work. Should I be concerned, kitten?" he asks, taking his sunglasses off.

"Or is this simply because you know that you're safe?" He asks with a slight smirk, messing with her again. "Though, that notion itself is subjective of course." He says as he stands fully and brushes past her casually, turning the price tag over.

"Tsk, why even bother with this? We can get you something custom made. These standard clothes are never worth the hassle and hardly fit people's bodies properly. Let's go, sweetie." He says, his words almost final in knowing she'll follow without question. Of course — that's what he expects.