As soon as our eyes meet I feel the strong waft of emotions travel over me.

Love, warmth, possessiveness, and belonging are just the cherries on top the cake of emotions I’m feeling.

However out of all of them, the one that freaks me out the most is the amount of lust I have for the man standing before me.

It’s indescribable how much I crave to be dominated by him and just as confusing as to how I don’t know why I’m feeling this way. I highly doubt it’s because I’m pent up though given sex isn’t a must for me and hands work just as good to get the job done when needed.

So when the realization of that bus hits me I force the feeling of wanting to run to him down and instead take a giant step back, while wholeheartedly welcoming the fear that starts to overcome the previous emotions.

But given by his expression and wrinkles of confusion that appear on his face, that wasn’t what he was expecting nor was that correct act of judgment.

“Breathe, I’m not gonna attack you, I just want to talk right now.” Is the hesitant response given to the shaken fear coursing through me.

But to my astonishment is all I apparently need to hear to calm down because as if magic I all the nerves that were on edge are vanishing just from the few words that were once spoken.

But that sense of ease isn't sufficient enough to stop the train of questions that run in my head, in fact as if triggered by his word they start to flood out into the vacant room.

“Who are you? Why do I feel like this? How were you able do what you just did? What are you here for? Why do-”

The ambush of ongoing questions that attack him must be to fast, because just as quickly as I throw them at him he just as fast halts them in their track.

“Okay pause, to start your asking to many questions at once and its hard to keep up, but given the circumstances I’m going to try answer all your questions you just asked, so listen up.”

For some weird reason that’s all it takes for me to give him my undivided attention. Yet instead of questioning again I follow through without interrupting or wavering the outcome of the danger.

“My name is Christian Smith, I’m 24 and as you can guess I’m here because of you and not for the joy of reading.” the small chuckling that is given at the end of that statement instinctively causes a smile to form at the corner of my mouth, and strums a soft melody inside me but is quickly suppressed in order to continue hearing him out.

Damn these unstable emotions.

“So now that I've formally introduced myself, I'm going to get straight to the point, but I'm going to need you to stay calm and hear me out til the end...”

I stare in continuation and then slowly realize that the pause is there because he is searching for confirmation from me.

So instead of contemplating his words and looking even more stupid I just give a short nod.

Which in return earns a deep inhale and my quick comprehension on the situation on hand.

The instant regret that screams throughout me doesn’t even fully describe how much I want to rethink my impulsive decision once I hear what he has to say next.

“Okay, so I’m pretty sure your aware that you’ve got a swirl of emotions going for me right now and also confused on why your even feeling this way.

The reason for that is because we’re connected through what you could in more romantic terms call the red string of fate.”

He must sense the confusion emitting from me because he tells me he’s going to save that explanation for the end and continues on.

“The reason for why I’m here is because your finally 25, meaning your of the age where people will come find and most likely kill you.

But...

Quit squirming, didn’t I say I wasn’t going to attack you!?”

I’m really starting to hate this game of Simon says because just as commanded my body goes and obeys this nut job unwillingly.

However, just like before that does't put a shield over my to stop the panicked filled words that fall out of it.

“What do you mean by people are going to kill me!?!? Also what 25!? I’m only 24!!”

Yup, this is one hell of a dangerous guy and I refuse to be one of the victims!!

So while his intoxicating laughter echos within the room from my words of fear, I take silent movements, towards the lamp on the counter surrounded by books.

When the sound of frenzy laughter starts to come to a end I freeze with my hands behind me, just inches before my weapon of choice.

“What do you think your doing?”