Flightless RobinFlightless Robin3 years ago in Short Stories
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"This way, Little Robin," he coaxes softly, his voice smooth like honey yet unattainable in its true meaning like smoke. Those sleepy light azure eyes blink at me in attempted seduction as his black gloved hand gestures to the room that he holds open for us to enter.
Gritting my teeth I look past the door to see an empty bedroom, so my aunt Angelina was right, he does like girls of all ages. Men like him are disgusting, showing interest of girls of no more than thirteen such as myself although I am no girl. I am the queen's guard dog, Ciel Phantomhive last of the Phantomhives, and due to the most recent case I am to be undercover as my opposing sex.
His smile wavers as he purses his lips slightly, "My dear Robin, is something the matter? I thought this is what you wanted?"
Forcing a smile of a stupid young girl I nod, stepping closer to him and placing a hand on his upper arm, "Yes, it is what I wish it's just
I didn't think you would comply."
He takes my chin under his thumb and