Haunted
Description
A haunted set of cufflinks comes with a spirit that seems to want to protect you. But who is he? And does he really want to be your shield? Or drag you down?
Foreword
Moodboard cover created by Chimyra
Here's her tumblr.
You had fallen in love with his changeable grey eyes. Dark and stormy when he was troubled, silver and shining as mirrors, when he was happy. Tall, dark, dimpled, and boyishly handsome, Oliver had swept you off your feet before you could even think, much less protest. He was everything that you’d ever wanted, the answer to all of your questions, and you fell. Within weeks, he told you that he loved you, and within months he had convinced you to follow him halfway across the world to teach English, while he was placed as a foreign liaison in a rising trading company.
Oliver showered you with attention. Every little thing about you fascinated him, and he wasn’t shy about sharing his fascination about you, with you. You were his favourite subject, he was fond of saying, and he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life studying you. Even past the first whirlwind of courtship, before he convinced you to run away with him, he was always there, surprising you at work, or coming over to your house all the time, just to talk and cuddle. You couldn’t get enough of him, and it was his pleasure to always give you more.
Another thing that you loved about him was how invested he was. If you took him clothing shopping, he actually had opinions, and wasn’t afraid to share them with you. He took the time to get to know you, enabling him to advise you on everything from how you should do your hair, to the most flattering clothes for your figure, to whether you should try for a promotion.
He always joked that you were like Bonnie and Clyde, that you were ride or die, the two of you against the world, and it felt wonderful to be part of something bigger than yourself. To be part of a unit with a man that you could trust more than anyone you had ever known.
He was also deliciously protective. Oliver couldn’t bear to think of anyone bothering, or disturbing you, and whenever a guy tried to come onto you, he was quick to let them know that you were fully taken.
Oliver was a dream. Everything that you had ever wanted, he was practically perfect in every way.
Until he wasn’t.
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