When I finally regained consciousness, the first thing I saw was… a person.
A tall one.
He was dressed in loose, oversized black clothes that swallowed his frame like one of those patient in a yoga facility , like he didn't want to be perceived by society ever again. Well then again who does ? .Thick glasses hid half his face, the lenses catching just enough light to make his eyes impossible to read and black bangs hiding his forehead
But the second half . Ufff
Dude,
His lips were pink and full, noticeable even through the blur of waking. A sharp jawline framing his face, with high cheekbones standing out faintly. A small nose sat at the center of it all, giving her features a clean, slightly striking look.
Even a blind could tell this man was hella attractive
Naturally, the first thing I did was sit up—
—and immediately slamm my face straight into his.
A solid thunk.
For a moment, everything froze.
Then came the curses.
A whole storm of them. Creative. Passionate. Honestly? A little inspiring.
I blinked at him, still dazed.
"Wow," I muttered. "That was… impressive."
He clutched his face like I'd personally betrayed his ancestors.
Like the perfectly sane person I am, I asked a string of questions in a second from a person who could possibly my kidnapper for all I know ,
"Who am I?
Where am I?
Who are you ?-"
He slowly lifted his head, still slightly bent forward, like his soul hadn't fully returned to his body yet. He blinked at me.
Once.
Twice.
Then, completely serious, he said,
"My husband."
I paused.
Considered it.
"Oh," I thought . "I like men."
A beat.
"Wait… you're my husband?"
He stared at me.
Then—
"Pfft. No."
…
"I don't know who you are and am not suppose to tell you where you are," he continued, adjusting his glasses, "but I'm pretty sure of one thing."
Something in his tone shifted. Just slightly.
"You're a criminal and I'm your personal cctv."
And just like that—
a new train of confusion took place .
…Fuck.