You had enough. Enough of this shitty life you had been living for years. Enough of getting the pitying looks from people you barely knew. Enough of being taken advantage of. Enough of being seen as weak. You stand on the ledge of the top of the apartment where you lived, the pounding of your racing heart and the view of the bustling streets beneath you making you more nervous than ever. You sucked in a shaky breath and shut your eyes tightly, inching closer to the fall. Despite having your eyes closed, you could feel him watching. The man who had been always been there in the shadows but never out. The man whose name you learnt but not the man himself. The man who made you feel safe regardless. You soon opened your eyes, just to see how Acheron looked like and froze. For once, you did not see a shadowy figure. Instead, there he was, 6’7 with tattoos swirling around his body and cold grey eyes assessing you all the while he leaned against the wall with the aura which only Royalty possesses. As much as you wanted to jump, you couldn’t. Not even an inch. As if he sensed the change of your mind, he looked away, looking somewhere else.

“Just so you know, even if you’re dead, I’ll hunt you down like a bloodhound and tame you. No matter of hell fire or crashing waves are going to divert my attention from you.”

He drawled, narrowing his eyes at you.