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You cautiously peered out from behind the safety of the large mahogany door, troubled eyes brimming with an uneasy mixture of worry and apprehension as you glanced inside of the fiery haired man's study -that same dark feeling of utter sadness washing over you in endless waves of misery, a vile concoction that had become all too familiar to your exhausted form throughout the past few months. It hurt your heart to just look at him, the way his once immaculate appearance had become tainted and dishevelled with lack of sleep and the painful desperation that flowed through his veins as he continued to lock himself away inside of his study, const

You cautiously peered out from behind the safety of the large mahogany door, troubled eyes brimming with an uneasy mixture of worry and apprehension as you glanced inside of the fiery haired man's study -that same dark feeling of utter sadness washing over you in endless waves of misery, a vile concoction that had become all too familiar to your exhausted form throughout the past few months. It hurt your heart to just look at him, the way his once immaculate appearance had become tainted and dishevelled with lack of sleep and the painful desperation that flowed through his veins as he continued to lock himself away inside of his study, const

"Markimoo, I'm sleepy!" I mumbled in Mark's neck as I played with his hair from behind of his chair. "Then go to bed, I still need to edit some of these videos..." He said in his ever so deep voice, I've craved for so long. I tensed up from this. "But I want to got to bed with you. You're so warm when you sleep next to me. ~" I released my tension in my arms and, my head lifted up to see him continue to work. "But why is that? I mean if you don't get any sleep tonight how are you gonna work tomorrow morning?" He asked, but kept his eyes on the computer screen. "What about you? You got a bunch of fans who love you. Shouldn't you take a lit

~10 years ago~ It was summer, and a little girl around 5 years old, sat on the ground against an oak tree, in the middle of the forest, enjoying the quietness, much to the girl's relief. Her name was [Y/n] [L/n]. She wasn't that type of girl who was fond of socializing with people, no, she'd rather just sit by herself, wrapped in her thoughts and fantasies. There were one of those moments when people were trying to talk to her, but she doesn't reply back, not because she ignores them, no, she just doesn't hear them, she was too caught up in her own little world. She wasn't a normal human child either, she could communicate with demons. L