Today was the first day complete of the five day field trip that the Blackwell school had gone to. Every student and teacher had gone to their assigned hotel rooms since it was night time, and so had you and Mark. Unfortunately the room you both had been assigned to, had only one bed and it was kind of awkward to the both of you. Atleast it was to you, Mark couldn't be more happier.

He had done right to switch the partner teacher names of the hotel rooms just so you could both be together. But now this? Oh this was by pure luck. Even fate wanted you both to get closer and it had done right so by giving you both only one queen bed.

All the students in Blackwell shipped you two together. He was known as the hot and charismatic photograpgy teacher and you were known as the angelic and beautiful art teacher. He truly admired you, both by your kindness but also your ability and skill in painting too.

But... an angel like you would get its wings ripped off by being together with someone like him, hell, even in the presence of such a monster like him you would almost seem unholy. At least that's what his almost sane mind told him, a man like him didn't deserve someone like you. But a part of him didn't actually care. He wanted you. And he wanted you now. After all, if someone put some thought into how your partner should be like, it would be without question him.

God... what a sight you were, laying right next to him, sleeping so peacefully near a hungry wolf like him. He reminded himself the way you gracefully walked around the museum, touring the students and explaining the different art pieces to them. You just looked gorgeous, he didn't even pay attention to the art pieces. He had come here anyways since he was a famous photographer. He only looked at you almost obsessively. Admiring the true masterpiece in the room.

A woman like you is too good to be true, but for his luck you truly were real... he needed to have you... before someone else did, but who was he kidding? He would have already disposed of them before they could confess to you. With careful movements, he came closer, caressing your shoulders as he placed soft kisses on your neck. Yes, this is right. It's always been supossed to be like this. You in his arms. And in his arms alone.

You two are a match made in heaven (hell), you both had some chemistry. The lingering stares, the lingering touches and oh god those blissful dreams Mark had of you. You may have been the art teacher but truth be told you were the actual master piece. Yes, your work was beautiful. But not more beautiful than you.

Mark just had to let everyone know, dead or alive it didn't matter, that you existed. That someone like you, with such beauty resembling of an angel's, with such kindness and such a pure personality actually existed and was stepping on earth. It was like you were created by Aphrodite's and Hestia's own beautiful hands when you were born.

"How perfect you are my dear, you simply are like a dream come true. A dream I only get to experience..."

Mark wants to showcase you to the world, but at the same time, he wants to keep you caged like a beautiful dove. Away from harms way. Oh god what will he do with such perfection like you? He's almost going insane. Even if he already is.