Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131029012632/@comment-11588669-20131106040153

His eyes blazed, and a snarl leaped from his throat. His hand clasped around the heirs throat, and he hauled him up. 150 pounds of corded muscle filled with rage was now acting against the heir.

"You spoiled fuck!" He hissed, anger blazing. "YOU RICH, IDIOTIC, WOMANIZING BASTARD!" Tristan was thrown to the ground. And an irate mercenary stood over him, shadows obscuring his eyes.

"You think, that I wouldn't lay down my life for her? That I wouldn't give all I could?" Nox turned, and began walking away, leaving Tristan on the floor. The brown haired heirs fears began to creep into his mind, but suddenly started receeding.

"And she deserves better than me..." The last part almost echoed in the silence as he walked away.

He reached their room, and sat down on the bed. The butlers had already moved his stuff back in.

A sigh escaped his lips, and a chuckle followed.

"I know how to fuck up, don't I?"