' safety first, unless it is love at first sight '





3th person pov



the most dangerous kind of couples, is the deprived ones. the ones that have never tasted the sweet bitter taste of love.

never been held or craddled or worshipped.

those are hungry beast waiting for a prey to feast on. it is brutal but when is love not? love is as brutal as it is beutiful.

santos touched carmen like she was a prayer he could not get across his lips. a prayer so pure and yet so haunting he didnt even dare voice it.

he touched her like she was a saint and he the devil wanting to get a single taste of what heaven felt like. maybe it was because he knew he would never go there, maybe it was the knowledge that she was his, and that was heaven itself.

nicolas was no better, he viewed her as if she was his god. his entire relion and he was after all a devoted follower of the angel looking beuty he had caught with his claws deep in her flesh.

he didnt particularly care about the scars his claws left. nor did he care much about the need she now felt for them. it pleased him beyond what words could describe how he knew she couldnt live without them even if she tried.

it was imposible.

it soothed him to sleep at night knowing that his precious godess was his and his brothers only.

no one else could ever have her like they had.

and carmen?

she veiwed them as if they were her world. her solitude. her peace.

to her they were the very sanctuary she had craved her whole life, they could do as they desired to her she would never leave. and if they weept liek children she would hold them as if they were babies. and if they lashed out in anger she would do eveything to cool them down. her world evolved around them.

and while the nystrom family loved each other.

there was always limited attention to the children. their parent ran a crime organsation for god sake. and they were six deeply troubled kids. there wasnt time for them all.

carmen craved being the center of attention of someone. anyone really. and the marino brothers gave her that.

and more.

they were lethal toghether because if anything happened to the marinos you could be sure as hell carmen would turn hell upside down.

and if anything even touched carmen without their premision you would be sure that whoever did it would burn even before they reached hell but that too would be at the hands of those two brothers.

because deprived people will do anything to protect what is theirs when they finally get what they have always wanted.

besides there was no denying carmen, santos and nicolas was all three a deranged.

that perhaps was why they fitted so well in each others embrace.

sick people love sick people.

and even chained up to a wall covered in her mothers blood thinking of her mini me somewhere hopefully with either her own family or carmens, carmen still worshipped the ground the marino brothers walked on.

even now when she had left them in the belief it would keep them safe. even after all of the panic and anger they still adored her more than anything else in the world.

sick love right?

before the loneliness had scared her. frightened her the dark of the unknown, the monsters under he bed. right now in completele darkness she wouldve normally been a crying mess.

but now?

she was silent, smilling softly to herself.

it was sick and twisted but she had noticed from the moment she woke up that she was not alone. that in the darkest corner sat a man, her man.

there in the darkest corner sat nicolas. while she wondered solemly where her other lover where she did not particualarly mind as long as atleast one had bothered to stay.

she loved them both but right now all she needed was to just not be alone. and nicolas knew.

he knew her well enough to know she needed someone.

anyone and he wanted to be that anyone.

wanted to have her at her weakest, to have her chained up to his mercy, terrified and all helpless it turned on a primal part of him he had long forgotten about and supressed for years.

and in all brutal honesty it wouldve been safer for all if it had stayed suppresed.

but when did carmen ever care for what was safest?

safety first wasnt a term she knew after all. and she had no intention of letting the mere knowledge that despice how sweet and good the marinos was to her, they were still dangeorous men, get to her.

that was the strange thing about carmen, she had thought about it for a while know.

she wouldnt mind if they hurted her, if they killed her or tortured her.

as long as they would still kiss her and love her. even if it turned toxic and abusive, even if it hurt her to love them.

it was a dangerous realisation to make.

but the truth none the less.

and a bitter truth was always better than a sweet lie.

atleast in their mind it was.

and that was their truth, even if everyone said diffrently it was their truth and they would forever believe it, and defend it on their life.





authors note

nah because the other week when i was writing my best friend looked over and read a line or two and she turned to me and went like

'' your telling me that while we all think you are sitting inocently writing homework in class you are writing porn? you ? for fuck sake, in class?! '' and then like a solid two minutes passed before she says again.

'' how the fuck can you look like a innocent little fucking kid and then write that shit?! ''

to my best friend if you ever read this you uncultured little asshat. ( she never reads, she hates books, i know its a strange match the two of us ) i will beat your ass if you ever ever call me a innocent little kid again. I AM OLDER THAN YOU !!!!

anyways wtf.

i think im gonna die now, because of that cunt. love her still but omg you didnt have to say anything !

so fuck my life.