"Posso essere il tuo angelo che ti protegge dai tuoi incubi" (I can be your Angel that protects you from your nightmares.) He mutters in my ear and his silky voice causes my eyes to seal themselves shut as I focus solely on the words he is saying, not the heat that emanates off his body. "O il bastardo che trasformerà quegli incubi in realtà." (Or the bastard that will make those nightmares a reality.)
I slowly turn around in his embrace. I look up into his ocean baby blue eyes and I feel myself drifting away. The fear. The torture. All of the broken promises sworn to me leaves a tangled web of turmoil for me to get lost in.
I don't want any of it.
He is meant to be my enemy. And yet, the only person I want to trust. His eyes flicker, mirroring the moon that illuminates off th
