He grabbed my hand and wrap his long arms around my small waist. "If you want me to live then don't push me away but if you want me to die then do so." He hug me tightly, curling my hair that was on the way behind ear and tuck it. He whispers close to my ear with his husky voice and breathe deeply into my neck. And that was it, the moment we met and the moment that I feel my heart skip a beat for the first man ever. Whoever he was, I was dying to know. 

Author's note: I'm kind of rushing the story when I write one-shots but we'll see about this one. If I am rushing then there are reasons for it. This one shot will be a leading to my long story if I bother to write about it. If not, this story will just end like this. I hope, you all give a chance to this story.