I was doing my usual rounds in the worst parts of Fukushima when I saw this young man, a foreigner, probably about my age, who had been beaten up minutes ago.
He had blood on his shirt and face. A few scratches and dirt scuffs as well. His Armani suit was disheveled. He’s probably a businessman or some political dignitary judging from his rather formal (yet now scruffy) appearance.
Not many people know this, but I’m also a former paramedic
And so, I grabbed a First Aid kit from a near by store and cleaned him up.
“Are you okay, sir?” I asked as I knelt down beside him.
Cerulean topaz eyes kept their gaze on me as I managed to treat his wounded face.
He chuckled, and said he was fine. And I asked him to please head out to his destination as this area wasn’t exactly the place normal people chose to meet.
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Viktor’s POV:
I groaned, silently cursing that JJ Leroy.
Struggling to get up off the ground, I failed to notice a young man appeoach me.
SHIT. The police.
As he knelt down beside me, I squealed internally. The hell-?
(Fangirl here with me, please.)
Gods….. he was an angel. Beautiful dark chocolate eyes. Peachy smooth skin.
He treated me and asked if I could head out.
And so I did.
I hope I’ll meet my beloved angel soon.
I’m in love~❤️