His Desperate Ploy.

Those words felt like a sweet, yet poisonous drink being served to her, because no matter how dreamy they sounded, in the end, she was going to end up getting hurt. Hurt by getting her hopes up. Hurt by believing his words. Hurt by allowing feelings she had buried resurface. But what if those words weren't fake? That one fleeting question caused a bug in her system to spike, freezing her in her thoughts. Gabriel who had been holding her in his arms, felt her back go stuff against his chest. Maneuvering so he was now standing in front of her, the Noirette gazed down at her stiff expression, certainly thrown off guard by his question. But he wasn't joking. He meant every last one of the word he spoke. "What's your answer, Leonica," He pressed in a whisper like tone, hot breath fanning her face when he leaned in close. "Would you?" Hearing his voice so close had done a good job enough to snap her out of whatever bug malfunction was going on in her mind, but the same couldn't be said for h