León De Martel

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚛. 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌, 𝚑𝚖?" León De Martel. "The lion that cannot be tamed", they said. And they were right. The man who has had at least 50 search warrants on his name in the past 2 years, The name that has been the most repeated on crime podcasts, and the ever-growing fear in the hearts of the authorities. He didn't need a group to pull off the stunts he did. A one-man show, if you would. And yet, he has finally gotten caught and is currently situated on a somewhat distant island off the coast of India. Nobody dared look at him, or even breathe in his direction. Something he felt quite proud of actually. But he craved not for a fear that could be kept on a leash. Then, on perfect timing, she came. A beacon of light. A means to an end. A plan. A tool he'd use to get out of here. So why is it that his heart thrums harder around her? His words usually sarcastic and two-faced somehow gain meaning? He won't say, nor deny ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ "𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚎?" She was sent here to guide these criminals out of the darkest corners of the world that they've fallen to. And yet she herself has started to doubt her own morals. Even though she knows he could never possibly have a heart to love someone, something about him allures her. To the point where perhaps even her, the bubbly therapist might be slowly turning into a psychopath. And she doesn't regret it one bit. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝙳𝚛𝚒𝚙. 𝙳𝚛𝚒𝚙. 𝙳𝚛𝚒𝚙. Blood trickled down my face as I stared at her eyes, holding the jailer's decapitated head. "So, this is good bye?" "Doesn't have to be." A hesitation gleamed in her eyes before she stood firm to her decision. And that was the moment I decided her fate. She's mine, and I will claim her. Soon enough.