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~Billy Russo~

Living the life of a lie sometimes had it's perks. Billy Russo would surely agree with that. Surely though, he never thought that one day, that life might lead him to meet the most wonderful human being in a sea of demons and monsters.

"I don't know. It's kind of adorable how you didn't know how to work your way around public transport."

Russo playfully glared at the young woman in front of him as she plopped down on the couch, he sat next to her. They had spent the day, touring the streets of New York City. With his lack of knowledge of how to use a regular bus to travel -and the fact that he was dressed in a suit- it was hard not to find the amusement in the situation.

Overall, he had fun. The most fun he's ever had in years. She was the reason why, she gave him a reason to be himself... Well, almost. She was the reason why he's able to laugh wholeheartedly.

Except right now-"Ha. Ha. Ha." he sarcastically remarked, gazing at her as she fell back into the couch, fits of laughter bubbling within. But he meant that well. Not in a way that was forced or in a way that implied that he will hurt her. Not that he could if he wanted to. In a short while, he grew fond of that sight and sound. Savoring it was the only thing he could ever do as the next day could be his last.

This girl, so filled with innocence and sincerity, she knew nothing of his real name or what he does. Problem was, Billy had tried his best to stay away from her, to keep her out of his ridiculously dangerous world, but she was a force stronger than a magnet.

She lived a calm world; her only worries were getting up every morning for her job at a local bakery, paying rent, publishing fictional stories in the New York Magazine to make extra cash and seeing her nephew every few weeks. That was it. No guns, no wars, no people who try to kill her, it's all peace. William envied that so badly that he couldn't help but want to see what that's like by spending time with her.

He was a moth drawn to the flame that was her quiet life and yet, the guilt of someday ruining her quiet life gnawed at him with each passing day. Smiling softly, he observes the barely visible laugh lines around her cheeks as he whispered, "I love it when you do that..."

All so suddenly, the glee in her eyes dimmed. She knew where this was headed to.

Once again sitting up to examine his expression, lips parted as she asked, "What?"

"When you laugh, it brings out your eyes." Billy gently responds, reaching out to brush the back of his hand on her cheeks, his cold fingers sparking flames on her warm skin. The action envoked a deep sigh from her lungs, evoking arousal in him as well.

"Sebastian..." The agent frowned deeply at the name -his fake name. Their first meeting was during his mission. He couldn't risk exposing himself, or her. His real name could've put her in danger and he didn't want that. Even in their first moments together, Billy Russo became utterly infatuated with this girl.

"I- We shouldn't do this." She stammered, nervously pulling back from his hand and stood up.

You're right, we shouldn't. But if only it were that easy to stay away from you.

"Why not, Lucy?" He stood up, closing in on her as she slowly backed away, the sound of his Italian shoes thundering into her ears with each step. "I'm a free man. You're a free woman. It's not impossible."

He was being selfish, he knew. All too well, he knew that this was somehow going to blow up in his face, but he wants to enjoy it while he lasts.

Her back hit the kitchen counter and her world felt so caged. "I-It is... We're too different. I don't know how this started or what you see in me-"

When she attempted to move to the left, along the length of the counter, he blocked her way. His other hand closed the cage between her and freedom. Her breaths became shallow as her heart raced, threatening to explode right in her chest.

Of coarse, she had dealt with suitors before, but none were Billy Russo -or Sebastian Cruz, as she knows him. They weren't remotely close to anything like him. They weren't this handsome, they weren't this charming. They weren't filthy rich, wearing expensive white five piece suits with a huge mansion and a garage full of classic cars.

They weren't gorgeous brunettes with a stunning subtle and cold, dark brown eyes that were easily mistaken for pitch black. They weren't tall, lean and yet, well built with this intimidating, yet addictive sophistication. They just weren't him.

"A-and yes, I agree th-that you're a free man, but d-don't you think you should be chasing real women who...-" her words drowned midway, cluing him in on what she might have said.

He absolutely loved how much he affected her, rendering her speech with just his presence. What a man could do if he knew that his special lady somehow liked him. Though, Billy knew what she was going to say, he probed further for effect, "Who what?"

He leaned closer, smirking as she glanced anywhere but him, her face as flustered as a tomato. A last resort to keep him a bay was to put her hand on his hard chest, slightly pushing him back, much to his amusement. "W-who are more like you, who are better suited for your world."

With a stronger voice, she added, her deepest thoughts ever since she noticed his interest in her, "I mean, I'm just a local baker who lives in two star apartment. I'm not a high paid government worker who goes to five star hotels every weekend for a treat. I'm not- I'm not even that pretty-Mhn!"

Now he was in trouble. Now he knew there was no escaping her enchantment on him. From the moment his lips made contact with hers, Billy had screw himself over. A squeal of surprise was heard from her, body tensed as his hands went on either side of her head, moving further down to the back of her neck.

The first intake of his breath nearly knocked him over as he exhaled while taking her lips in his, loving the sound of how he laid his claim on them -on her. Her apple scent invaded his nostrils and completely overided his thinking. Before she could react, his left hand reach down to her waist to grab and pull the rest of her plush into his brick-like frame, earning a moan from her.

Instincts now kicked in; with eyes closed, her head tilted unconscientiously as she allowed his teeth to bite her bottom lip. His tongue quickly swiped over it to taste the cherry lip balm pasted on.

Never has he been hooked on something in his entire life. Sure, he has loved, but not like this. Not with so much urgency, so much intensity like his life depended on it. He's tasted her once and he realized how much he's been starving for so long, realized how much he was craving the impossible. He has kissed women before, kissed like he meant it, but none of those kisses had set him on fire like this one did. All William Russo knew, as his hands wrapped themselves around her, as his hands felt the warm skin over the thin fabric of her blouse, he found all he's ever wanted.

Taking her hands that somehow found their way onto his shoulders, he stops after a few more pecks on her swollen lips, then another kiss on her forehead. It had spoken volumes in a few short moments of peaceful silence.

His dark eyes found her bright ones, glaring at her for saying such nonsence. In all of their time together, he has never looked at her with such seriousness, "Don't you ever say that. Never, and I mean never think like that. Never let anyone make you think like that. What I see in you, Lucy, is something I don't see everyday. When I look at you, I see someone genuine, someone real..."

Like before, his knuckles gently gazed her face, Billy memorized the innocent beauty before him; heart swelling with many different emotions for her.

Pride- Her being the only honest being in his life, he is proud to have someone like her. Someone who is pure of evil, who is isn't contaminated by darkness.

Envy- Her life being so calm, so ordinary made him jealous because he wanted the same. But his path was carved and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

Guilt- For being so selfish with her. For lying to her. For possibly putting her at risk. For feeling such things for someone so... So perfect.

Fear- Of losing her. Either she finds out about him, his identity and what he does and leaves him. Or one of his enemies comes after him and she ends up in the crossfire. That fear of not having him in his life sometimes overwhelms him, which makes him selfish and intent on keeping her in his life.

Love- The word was foreign. The feeling itself felt foreign too, but at the same time, all too familiar. What was it about her that drawn him to her? Why couldn't he go a day without thinking of her? How did it go from being just him to just the two of them? When did the spell compel him to use ANVIL to protect her? Who did he become with her around him?

"This world is so full of darkness, it's like I've found the only shimmer of light left. And I want to see that light everyday. I want you to be the reason I wake up everyday because it's so hard to do so without a purpose."

In all his days, he never thought he'd need someone like this. Everything he ever needed is sitting right in front of him; light curls of long hair, honey hued eyes that stopped the world. With a petite frame that screamed innocence, William found himself enchanted with this wonderful creature in every passing moment.

"But you do have a purpose." Lucy said, "You catch bad guys, criminals who have ruined this world. You keep these criminals off the streets for all the other people to live peacefully."

Could she be more wrong...?

What could he say, other than, "And I want one of those people to be you... If you'll allow that."

She looked down, feeling timid once again, "I-I don't know, I..."

"You're scared." he stated sadly, a deep frown set on his lips, "Of what? Of me?"

"No! Of course not, no." Shaking her head frantically in disagreement, he scoffed.

"I find that hard to believe. You're intimidated by me, I could tell since we've met." His dark eyes found hers once more with so much sincerity, it warmed her heart. "You don't have to be..."

A smile tugged at her lips, "I'll try not to be."

He did the same as he leaned down to kiss her once again, feeling more at ease with her response.

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