Imago

[Foxglove]

The harsh knocks on her door jerked her awake violently. Almost falling out of bed, Maren almost lost it when she looked at the clock and noticed she had almost slept for two hours. She wasn't really presentable at all, she felt, with her hair in disarray, and only wearing underwear. "One moment!" she called out for the door, scrambling to the desk to throw on a t-shirt and short sweatpants so she wouldn't completely embarrass herself. A minute later, she would open the door, coming face to face with the hulking mercenary.

Maren had never seen him this close before, and she had to admit, he did look intimidating. Contrary to Ezrael, who was merely toned, Nick Stenn was ripped as *****, which made Maren think that he could snap her in half like a twig if he had the mind to do it. Being confronted with this, Maren said the only sensible thing that came to her mind right now. "Uh, hi," she said lamely, looking down at herself. She could have at least put on shoes, but that was a little too late now. Given how Stenn was decked out, she felt woefully casual. "Want to, uhm, come in?" It was clear as day that Maren was intimidated by the man who was very likely more than a half times more heavy than her in muscle alone. She was also painfully aware of how messy the room looked now, with the bed completely unmade and the clothes all over the table in the room. Why had she proposed to meet him here again? She really should have just went for a restaurant instead.

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