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'your lips, my lips, apocalypse.'

☆ cigarettes after sex

HIS LIPS LACED A SCENT OF CIGARETTES AND CINNAMON. His mouth took control over mine and my eyes remained closed. Our mouths parted and I stare into his eyes. Breathless, the rain continued to pour, filling the silence as we stayed in each other's embrace, our eyes never once leaving each other.

Looking back, this was my first kiss with Sero and it was unexpectedly so pure. My hands still behind his neck, his hands around my waist, caressing it slightly, feeling his warm hands against my skin.

Our foreheads against one another as we closed our eyes and enjoyed the pouring rain and the faint music in the background. Like it was just us in the world.

I'd never seen Sero this way. A side of Sero that he tried so hard to conceal. He almost felt, fragile. One hard hit and he fades away. Vulnerable. I stare at him, admiring his features. As if noticing my presence, he opened his eyes but there was something different.

His eyes, ones that were known to be filled with lust and loathe, eyes that always looked like an empty void were now filled with life and light.

My hands tighten around his neck and my eyes grew wide.

This was the Sero that I knew. Before he became consumed by drugs and alcohol, building a false facade to hide his true-self.

A mystery no one dared to ask. Why Sero? Why did you turn out this way?

He looked away from me. His hands were off my waist and he was walking back into the room, leaving me alone in the rain. And just like that, the Sero I knew before the USJ attack was gone once again.

A sliver of sunlight slip through the curtains, causing me to wince and groan. How was it morning already?!

I rolled in the bed, switching my sleeping position until I felt a shift in the bed.

I opened my eyes rapidly and was welcomed by a lazy smile from Sero who was yawning.

'Good morning, princess,' He says with his cocky tone and small smirk.