She felt her heart drum in anticipation of the familiar aura that was stalking closer and closer to her. She removed her hand and her heart skipped a beat when she saw him.
Walking in his full glory, long legs that seemed to stretch for miles, his suit jacket blowing in the wind, hair swept to the side, was the man she had fallen in love with — the same one who refused to leave her brain at any given second. Her heart calmed. With him here, she felt safe.
Standing in front of her, with his hands tucked in his front pockets, was a man whose face and aura would put the Gods to shame. He was just that enticingly handsome.
"Avatar…?" She whispered, blinking in confusion while the dark shadow that covered her consciousness gradually disappeared. As the demon that had taken full control of her faded into the background, the bloodlust in her eyes slowly receded as well.
She rapidly blinked. It was then she finally regained her composure. Her eyes scanned the hundreds of men that swarmed into the room, their guns pointed straight at her.
She looked around and saw the lifeless bodies on the floor. The pungent smell caused her nose to crinkle in disgust. She swallowed, knowing exactly who caused this mess.
Avatar was at loss for words. He had a hard time connecting this bloodthirsty woman to the frail one who had been securely tucked in his arms before every day and night.
When he was just a few distance away, he had heard multiple gunshots being fired. He feared he had arrived too late. And when the gunshots slowed down, his sense of urgency further heightened.
He had expected to see her naked body on the floor, covered in blood. He had expected to see her lifeless eyes, blue lips, and disfigured body covered in bullet wounds.
Relief flooded his heart when he fully realized that she was alive and not the one covered in bullet holes. The pressure gripping his heart had loosened now that he saw she was safe.
He looked at the dead bodies on the floor and noticed some men only had a bullet wound on their forehead. It was a one-shot kill. He stared at the assault rifle in her hand, trailing it to her finger that was positioned over the trigger. She was the one firing the gun.
Mahi saw his heavy gaze centered on the rifle in her hand. At the fear of being judged by him, she instantaneously dropped the gun, the loud clack echoing through the quiet warehouse.
With his brooding stare, she was not sure if he could accept the monster inside her.
She is not like this from childhood but being trained she know how to fight and using guns
While being with her underworld brother she saw blood flowing like water and people being torcher till their last breath.
She never felt anything even if anyone judge her but she didn't know why she feel pressured.
"I-I-I-" She didn't know where to begin and it didn't take long for her to nearly stumble over her own feet.
Her bloodthirst is now long gone, and all she could feel was prickling pain at the thought of his rejection. The dangerous woman from before was nowhere in sight and what replaced her was a hesitant and frail-looking doll that looked as if she might break any minute.
Avatar saw her attempt to create further distance between them. His eyes took in her messy appearance. She had a wounded forehead, one of her cheeks were swollen, and blood was trickling from her neck. He can't even tell where else she was bleeding from anymore.
His eyes darkened at the realization, anger flashed across his face. Who did it? Who was foolish enough to harm his woman?
When she saw his displeased expression as he looked at her, she felt her world crumble into fine dust. Tears burned at the back of her eyes, threatening to fall as a lump formed in her throat.
She prepared her heart for the hurtful things she was sure he was about to say. Her heart was hammering so fast against her chest, she thought it would burst.
She wasn't scared of his burning anger or the insanity hidden within his heart. She wasn't scared of his fury that burnt hot and fast, turning everything in its path into ashes. She was scared of what came after the anger.
She sniffled and braced herself for the pain that would soon come. She felt dizzy and her feet wobbled. It was unknown whether she was shaking from fear or the loss of blood. Her face looked like a wounded kitten who was forced to lick her own wounds.
"Say something…" She whispered though she knew he couldn't hear her. When he still didn't move or change his expression, what little self-esteem she had left disappeared, like insignificant dust blown away by a single breath of air.
She attempted to blink away her tears, refusing to let it trickle in front of so many people. Hugging her stomach tighter, she cast her eyes downwards so that he's no longer in her view. The longer she looked at him, the more her heart felt like it was being torn into pieces.