~ Wound — 1 ~
I'm a detective. I've been working with the police for three years. I've been solving many cases also. My name is Lieve Narelle.
One day, unexpectedly, the police asked me to disguise for the next murder case. I gladly accepted, but when I heard his next words. I wanted to take my words back, but I couldn't. The police told me that I wouldn't go alone, he partnered me with—Mattheo.
The detective himself, Mattheo Vantero. Just like me. For your information, We never got along well. We always end up bantering whenever we meet. We are both stubborn people, one of us never backs down in an argument. Not 'til one of us saying the fact that makes us silent, relactulantly agreeing. We always trying to be the first to solve Murdering Cases. That's why, we have unspoken rivalry as detective.
He's six feet tall, black raven hair, with blue ocean eyes. His gaze always sharp, almost like as if it's staring into my soul every time he looks at me. He's calm and reserved. Despite his calm, cold exterior, he's really annoying. He always gets on my nerves.
Tonight will be a sacred moment in my case. Because the murderer had been roaming the city for years, and he had never been caught once. So, we need to catch it. We must.
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09.10 pm.
I look at my watch on my hand, it has been ten minutes but Mattheo hasn't arrive yet. Just as I'm tapping my foot unpatiently on the street, I see a man from distance. I squints my eyes, it's obviously Mattheo.
He walk up to me with black suit, and red tie. His hair silked back neatly, but few strands of his hair dangling in front of his forehead. His figure towering me.
"Waiting for me, my Lady?" His lips curls into a grin. I roll my eyes as a response.
"Yes. You're wasting my time." I scoffs, crossing my arms over my chest. He rolls his eyes at my words.
"Come on, Lieve. Don't be so dramatic." He said.
His eyes searching for mine. We hold eye contact for a minute, but then I find his eyes wanders down at my body. His eyes feels like it's tracing my figure, however he keep that straight face.
"You look gorgeous in that dress." His eyes drifts up again, looking at me straight in the eye. My eyebrows raises in surprised manner, i can feel my heart pounding hard in my chest. It's strange, I feel flattered. Before I can say anything, he tugs my arm with his own. Yeah, we disguised as a couple in a Party.
"Let's go inside."
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Our mission is simple, trapping the Murderer and waiting for the police to come to arrest. Very simple.
However, the events took an unexpected turn, Chaos. We fought as we tried to trap the killer. And it hurt me, but I didn't tell Mattheo. Luckily, he didn't notice.
He didn't, did he?
~☆—————☆~
Right now, I'm sitting in the passenger seat inside Mattheo's car. We barely talk to each other along the road on my way home. Along the road the tension fills with heavy air, and the quiet music playing on the radio.
"So, how was it? Did you get any injuries?" He asked me.
"No." I lied, gripping the hem of my dress. It's obviously I got injury from the fight earlier. Anyway, it was just small wound. Nothing to be serious about.
After an hour driving back to my place, we arrived at my apartment.
"Mind if I escort you back?"
He turns head at me, looking deadpanned. I shrugs and nods.
"Not at all. Come on." I said. I got out from the car and walked to the building of my apartment with him.
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Soon, we arrived at my place.
"Please make yourself comfortable." I said. I put my sling bag down on the table. Walk to the kitchen, I take two cans of cola from my refrigerator.
"Here." I offers the cola to him and sinks on to the couch in the living room, he is sitting across me. As I gulped down the cola into my mouth, I notices that his eyes are on me.
"Are you sure you don't get any injury?" He asks me again, a subtle frown appears on his face. His eyes searching for something off of me.
I feel a lump forming in my throat when I realise his gaze. I grips the hem of my dress, pulling it down once again. In my mind, I'm just hoping he didn't notice anything, even the slightest gesture of mine. Hopefuly.
I nod to him again, sipping the cola in my hand. "Yes."
I see him putting down the cola from his hand. He walks over to me, standing just before me. I tilts my head up, raising an eyebrow.
"Lift your dress." He said. I almost choking on my cola.
"What? Why should I?" I said, a little confused.
"Lift that dress of yours before I make you." His voice was deep, filled with a certain feeling. I felt shivers all over my body when I heard his voice. I reluctantly complied. My hands reaches for the hem of my dress. I lifts it up, it's enough for him to only see the scratches on my thigh. I looks away when I did.
"Damn. That's much." A low growl escape from the deepest part of his throat. His eyes are looking at my thigh, examining the scratches. With that, I can notice the subtle frown on his face as his brows furrowed, as if he's worrying—or maybe he don't want to see me wounded? However, he's difficult to read. "Tell me, where is the aid kit?"
"It's in the kitchen, in the cabinet. In the third cabinet from the left." As soon as I said that to him, he immediately left me in the living room.
No words spoken afterwards. He kneel down before me, taking a soft cotton swab to wipe the dried blood from my flesh. He then starts treating it using Providine-Iodine. When the cotton touched my skin, I flinches and my legs move slightly away from his hand.
He grabs my thighs, pulling them back towards him. His fingers gripping it tightly, holding it in place. His eyes are looking at me with dead serious look, and he said. His ocean eyes bore into mine, glimmering under the light in my room. The only thing I can think, it's mesmerizing.
I can't focus.
Not 'til his voice snaps me from my thoughts.
"Stay still."
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