:༅｡ᴛɪᴀ's ɢᴀʟᴀxʏ☕

“Oh no. Mr. Perfect doesn’t have perfect vision?”

He’s looking at the floor.
I’m looking at him.

📚Hunt the Villain

Yulian leans down, his eyes peering into my face, and that’s when I see the most curious view.
The brown flecks in his blue eye. Talk about rare and…stunning.

I get distracted by a strand of dark-brown hair the wind has shoved into his eye.
The blue one.
The strand is damp, like his whole head of hair is, falling in long, haphazard locks past his nape and right above his shoulders, as if he dunked his head in a bucket of water.
He blows it away, his eyes gleaming, his grin widening as he shifts back and forth in place, almost as if he’s an idling engine ready to go.

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Yulian scrunches the handkerchief in his grip, running his dirt-smudged fingertip along the embroidered initials at the corner.
V.K.M.
Now, I regret giving him a high-quality handkerchief.
“Vaughn Kirillovich Morozov.” He stares at me as he reads out what the initials stand for, then lifts the handkerchief and blows his nose in it.

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He offers his hand—the one covered with dirt, dried blood, and multiple lacerations.
I stare down at it but make no move to take it.
“Ah! Sorry.” He wipes his palm on his equally soiled jeans, rubbing it back and forth before he offers it again.
“I don’t touch unclean things.”

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You were standing there like an angry god
Counting out my sins just to cross them off
Saying that my tongue was too loud to trust
And that my blood couldn't keep you

He holds my gaze, and I stare square into his creepy eyes. One is pale blue, and the other is dark brown, like a drop of ocean in the middle of a forest. A touch of mud on ice.
It’s disturbing.
But somehow…slightly riveting. I’ve never seen such a mismatch before.

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To the hunter who became the hunted

📚Hunt the Villain

I thought I knew love before your gaze.
Then you entered my life without warning, without a sound.
I love the silence I share with you,
the words we keep between us.

And if tomorrow pulls us apart,
stay a little longer.
Let the night hold us for one more moment.
I feel my heart smile when you come to me softly.
And even if doubt comes along,
I leave it behind.

Because when I’m near you,
everything becomes clearer.

I choose you among all the paths.
I choose you without knowing where love will lead.
I don’t want to hold you back.
I only want to love you.

I love you, I love you,
and I choose you again.

I’ve seen promises fall
like rain upon hands.
But when your voice brushes against me,
everything takes shape again.

You don’t need to say anything
for me to understand it all.
In your fragile silences,
I stand strong.

Let the night hold us for one more moment.
I feel my heart grow when you come to me softly.

And even if the world changes,
I’ll keep your light.
Because when I’m near you,
everything becomes clearer.

I choose you among all the paths.
I choose you without knowing where love will lead.
I don’t want to hold you back.
I only want to love you.

I love you, I love you,
and I choose you again.

And if the days test us,
I will hold your hand.
Even at the edge of dizziness,
I won’t let go of anything.

If I have to fall in love a thousand more times,
through a thousand lives,
it will always be you,
always here.

I choose you among all the paths.
I choose you without knowing where love will lead.
I don’t want to hold you back.

I only want to love you.
I love you, I love you,
and I will choose you again.

Oh, oh, oh… 🎶

And you, if your heart wants it,
choose me.
Choose me.
Choose me.