Damien

The Prompt: Write the same character twice- once to make someone like them, once to make them hate them.

It's in his eyes, his cool blue eyes, as he touches your cheek. You blush and want to turn away, but he's too close. He leans down, closing the gap. In this moment he becomes your everything, too close for you to see anything else. His lips graze yours softly, tenderly, before he pulls back. Your eyes open and you're only just aware that they were closed. His lips pull into a smile and his eyes light up. He leans in for another kiss, this time lingering. He's intoxicating. You feel drunk off his affection, wanting him to never stop, never let go. His lips pull away, but he stays close. They trace your jawline, your cheek, reaching your ear before he pauses, arms holding you to him.

"I love you."

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His hand keeps a tight grip on your arm and his eyes flash angrily. You don't know what you did wrong, but you've paid for it over and over again, each time his fists met your stomach, chest, and back. You expect a foul word or insult to fly from his mouth. Instead he drops your arm and it falls limply to your side, nothing more than dead weight. You lean on the bed for support, pretending you quiver from exhaustion, not in fear of the man you love. A weight causes the bed to shift and you know it's him, but you don't look up. You can never face him after. His tender touch traces along your shoulders which you know will be mottled with bruises come morning. Then his lips meet your neck.

"I love you."