Maddy
MADDY
I know sneaking into Mihai’s room probably isn’t my brightest idea, but I wanted to surprise him for once. Besides, the thought of waking him up with a little bit of mischief makes me grin like an idiot. He deserves it for all the teasing he put me through.
His door is unlocked, so I slip inside, careful to close it quietly behind me. The curtains are drawn, and the morning light filters in through a crack, illuminating the room in soft gold.
Mihai’s sprawled out on his bed, the covers kicked halfway off his body. He’s shirtless, the ink on his chest and arms stark against his tanned skin, and his hair is a mess of dark curls. He looks… peaceful, for once.
And utterly fucking fit.
The whole room smells like him, and I take a second to breathe him in. I snuck into his walk-in the other night and found out the name of his cologne. Creed Aventus. Fancy as hell, but what was I expecting? It smells way too damn good on him,
I bite my lip to stifle a laugh as I tiptoe toward the bed. The plan is simple: climb on top of him, wake him up, and watch him squirm for once. Easy peasy, right?
Carefully, I climb onto the bed, straddling his hips, my hands hovering over his chest. I lean down, about to say something, when?—
In one fluid motion, I’m flipped onto my back, the breath knocked out of me as Mihai looms over me. His hand grips my wrist, pinning it above my head, and the cold press of a gun barrel touches my temple.
“Don’t fucking move,” he growls, his voice low and deadly.
My heart doesn’t just pound—it stops. Not out of fear, but pure adrenaline. For a split second, I’m frozen, staring into his wild, stormy eyes. Then I see the moment realization dawns.
“?” he breathes, the gun in his hand shaking slightly. “Shit. Shit. ”
He drops the weapon on his nightstand like it’s burned him, the clatter of it hitting the top echoing in the room. His hands cup my face, his expression pure horror.
“Oh, my God. Baby, I’m so fucking sorry. Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Fuck, I didn’t mean?—”
“Mihai,” I start, but he cuts me off, his words tumbling over each other in a panicked rush.
“It was a reflex. It’s—fuck, it’s how I was trained. Someone on top of me, it’s an automatic response. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t see it was you until—shit, , I’m so sorry.”
“Mihai,” I try again, but he’s spiraling, his voice rising with every word.
“I could’ve hurt you.” His words are tumbling out faster than I can process them. “Do you know what would’ve happened if I’d pulled the trigger? Fucking hell, , I?—”
“Mihai!” I finally yell, my hands grabbing his face to force him to look at me. His eyes widen, his chest heaving as he blinks down at me.
“I’m fine,” I say firmly, holding his gaze. “You didn’t hurt me.”
He stares at me like I’ve just spoken in tongues. “I had a fucking gun to your head,” he says, his voice low and harsh. “How the hell are you fine?”
I hesitate for a moment, unsure how to put it into words. “Because… I wasn’t scared.”
That seems to make him pause, his head tilting slightly. “You weren’t?”
I shrug, feeling my cheeks heat as I try to explain. “I wasn’t scared, Mihai. I don’t know how to explain it, but… I trusted you. Even with the gun. I knew you wouldn’t hurt me. It was instinct, Mihai, not malice.”
He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “, I could’ve killed you.”
“You didn’t,” I point out, my tone calm. “Well, what you did was actually kind of…” I trail off, cringing inwardly.
“Kind of what?” he presses, his voice softer now, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips.
I groan, covering my face with my hands. “Sexy, okay? It was kind of hot the way you pinned me.”
For a moment, there’s silence. Then, he laughs—low and warm, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Hot, huh?”
I peek at him through my fingers, my cheeks blazing. “Urgh, why did I have to say that?”
“Oh, no, baby,” he says, his grin widening. “You don’t get to drop a bomb like that and not let me enjoy it.”
I groan again, turning my face into the pillow. “Urghh, I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” His tone is smug, and when I glance up at him, his expression is absolutely wicked. “So, let me get this straight. You think me flipping you over and holding a gun to your head is… what? Sexy?”
“Don’t make it weird, you prat,” I mumble, looking anywhere but at him.
“You think it’s hot when I pull a gun on you? That’s what does it for you, ?”
“Don’t say it like that!” I hiss, swatting at his chest.
His eyes gleam with mischief as he leans closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “So, what other kinks are you hiding from me, huh? Should I be taking notes?”
“You’re insufferable,” I mutter, but I can’t help the laugh that escapes me.
“And you’re adorable when you’re flustered,” he counters, brushing his thumb along my cheek.
I shove at his shoulder, trying to push him away, but he doesn’t budge. He just laughs, the sound deep and rich, and it makes my stomach flip in the best way.
“Hey, I’m not judging,” he says, his tone still light but his gaze warm. “You just surprised me, that’s all. I didn’t think my Little Rebel would find my darker side so… appealing.”
I can’t help it—I laugh, even as I want to sink through the floor. “Mihai…”
He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch lingering. “Seriously, though. Are you okay?”
I nod, the last traces of tension easing from my body. “I’m fine. I really wasn’t scared. Just… surprised.”
“Yeah, well, next time, maybe wake me up like a normal person?” he suggests, raising an eyebrow. “Or at least give me some warning before you pounce.”
“Excuse you, I did not pounce,” I argue, crossing my arms.
“Oh, you pounced,” he says, his grin returning. “Not that I’m complaining. Just maybe save the ambushes for when I’m awake.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the smile tugging at my lips. “Fine. No more ambushes. But you owe me breakfast for flipping me like that.”
His grin softens into something more genuine, and he reaches out to cup my cheek. “I’ll make you breakfast, lunch, and dinner, baby. Anything you want.”
The sincerity in his voice makes my chest ache, and for a moment, all the teasing is forgotten. I lean into his touch, my own hand covering his.
“Just you,” I say softly. “That’s all I need.”
His eyes darken, and he leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that’s both sweet and scorching. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine, and he lets out a low chuckle.
“God help me, you’re going to be the death of me, .”
“And you’re going to drive me insane,” I reply, grinning despite myself.
“Good,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “At least we’re even.”