Matli_Unicorn

What would you do if you met a mysterious charming stranger, but could never fully see his face?

That was the very predicament Cloud Belmont found himself in. It was unusual to find the spark one had been searching for, for so many years on Palace Grounds, but somehow they had found each other. Although this mysterious man knows everything about Cloud. Cloud has not even seen the face of the person he spends endless amounts of hours with. 

Follow Cloud’s journey on finding out who the man is and his own journey on finding himself.

For My King

Ezra was a piece of work that much I could say. It was painfully obvious he was from Nomikos descent by his fighting spirit.

He had balled himself up in his seat on my private jet, he pulled his knees to his chest as he hid face on his lap as he cried. It was a challenge just to get him on the jet as he constantly kicked and added new cuts to my hands. He was sneaky and if you took your eyes off him for just a second, we would be dashing away from you.

It was like playing cat and mouse with him.

"Ezra," I lowly said trying my best not scare him. "Please, we're not here to hurt you."

He did not bother to look at me as he hiccupped and shook his head, "please just let me go. Please." His soft British accent rasped out as he sobbed. His wild curly chestnut hair with blonde tips looked wilder than the first time I saw him when he opened the door. I figured it was due to his running and fighting.

I'm No One