"Then I'd say we're the same. You see, I'm not always a good guy, mi corazón." Axel gently wrapped an arm around the other's torso upon glancing at the mirror together.

"I wonder what tattoo will you be having, stranger."

Oh wow. He definitely likes hickeys.

"A man can be deceiving by nature. Always remember that," he muttered at the other's ear after leaning his head close to her side.

— ♫ ; ❝ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sᴀʏ, sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ɴᴏ. ❞

Basically one of his — ahem.

"Me? Maybe, maybe not," he replied with his normal tone of his voice this time after inching his head away from her ear.

Oh, hush now.

"Different? Well, that's — debatable."

Please not that line again.

— ; The only valentines he needed.

Is he going to leave a bouquet of roses at — 𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙭𝙖. [sh]? More likely than you think. And he didn't steal that.

"Oh. I love your optimism." Axel made an eye contact with her for a split second before gazing back at the mirror.

"You know, I have to say — I've been with... a lot of women in my life, but I haven't met quite an extraordinary woman like you before." Yeah, he met all of them from his work. And his work? Oh, no one wants to know.

— ; ❝ ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴ', ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʟᴏᴛᴛɪɴ' ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ, ʟᴏᴡ ᴋᴇʏ. ɪ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ɪᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ғʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ. ❞

Axel arched an eyebrow after the other's retort. "Are you kidding? Of course it's a good thing."

「❝ Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀɪʀʏ ᴛᴀʟᴇs ᴏғ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠɪʟ. ❞」 ✣ Rᴇʙᴏᴏᴛɪɴɢ. ✣ Lɪᴛ./Dᴇsᴄ. ✣ ᴅᴄ ᴏᴄ. ✣ Sʜɪᴘs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪsᴛʀʏ. ✣ #Lucentium. ― Rᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛ?

"That's something I at least wouldn't lie about, just so you know." His lips curved into a smile.

— ; ❝ ʟᴏᴡ ᴋᴇʏ, ʟᴏᴡ ᴋᴇʏ, ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ. ❞