Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Yeah, she didn't want to say no. Guess it's selfish folks like her.

Not sure if it's love, but still unwilling to turn away the warmth. Craving someone else's efforts - if that's not selfish, what is?

Tyrone let out a sigh of relief inside, a smirk playing on his lips. "What's the problem? This is fine. I don't need you to accept anything, and as long as you don't refuse, that's the best outcome for me. You're mine. I'm not asking for your love right now, and I won't meddle too much. But, from now on, I want in on everything that's about you."Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

That's Tyrone for you. Arrogant, shameless even, but offering the strongest fortress.

You don't have to like the fortress, but you're expected to live in it.

The evening breeze of a summer night swept by, bringing a refreshing chill.

Quintessa's smile bloomed like a night-blooming flower in the darkness, stunningly beautiful.

She said, "Tyrone, you know, sometimes, you really are an incredibly, incredibly annoying person."

Tyrone raised an eyebrow. "Of course, I know. How many people have liked me from the start? But if you find me annoying, what can you do about it? Deal with it!"

He brushed a strand of hair from Quintessa's face. "I didn't come here to force anything on you. It's just that I think you should know what's on my mind. You should know I like you, not treating you as an object. I'm serious."

"Besides... why should I pour my heart out to you, and you act as if nothing's happening? I need to put some pressure on you, let you know I'm here. Don't just casually flirt with any guy. You're mine. But I don't want to end up giving you away to the guy next door." Quintessa couldn't help but laugh. "Alright..."

Tyrone tipped her chin up. "Try to find your heart. I'll help you. Until you're sure about how you feel, you're my girlfriend. And of course... even more so once you've made up your mind."

"And what if, when I do find my heart, it belongs to someone else?"

Tyrone let go of her, disdain clear on his face. Hah... then try it when the time comes. Drag 'the guy next door' along for the ride, I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeve here."

Quintessa felt a mix of emotions, bittersweet, yet there was something called hope, taking root inside her.

...

Alexander opened his eyes to find the two people who were in the bed next to him gone. He slowly sat up, opened the curtains, and pushed the window open. The hospital at night was quite peaceful.

Such tranquility reminded Alexander of the first night he met Quintessa.

He was undercover in a gang gathering evidence and got discovered. Quintessa was also hiding from enemies, and they just crashed into each other in a foreign land. Two people from the same

country, speaking the same C

language, meeting by a twist of fate.

It sounded like something straight out of a TV show.

Too bad it wasn't the ending you'd see on TV.

The door creaked open, Tyrone walked in, arm around Quintessa, looking triumphant.

"Man, what are you doing up in the middle of the night, posing like some artsy poet, indulging in melancholic beauty? Close the window, I don't want to feed the mosquitoes even if you do."

Alexander closed the window. "You guys aren't sleeping either, huh?"

Tyrone, still hugging Quintessa, planted a kiss on her cheek, boasting, "Yeah, I'm up. What's it to you?"