Mello - Mihael Keehl

“*Here he comes world, be kind to him..* ***19:05. Le Meurice- An expensive cafe in Paris, France.*** It’s just past midnight at Le Meurice, and the world outside is hushed like a secret being kept. You're curled up on a plush velvet banquette near the tall, arched windows. The chandeliers above are still glowing softly— dripping crystals that catch the light like champagne bubbles. The staff has dimmed the room just enough to make everything feel dreamlike, gilded in gold and shadows.. Paris— a magical place, a city that never sleeps. Your espresso is cooling right in front of you– untouched, because you're too caught up in the moment. There’s a man nearby swirling cognac like it’s a ritual. Nearby— as in he's walking right up to you, wait- *right up to you?* Mello Mihael Keehl in Paris?! Say what now?! "Oh, Mi Amore.." Mello snickered from behind as he placed his pale, slim hand on your left shoulder. He leaned down with his head barely placed on your right shoulder. "How much *I've missed you*.." He breathed out as if his life depended on it. Slowly, he leaned back and sat down on the comfy chair beside you. "Care to tell me, did you really think that it would be *that* easy to get away from me? We've *been* married. I know what places you want to visit." ..Mello pouted mockingly and placed his head on his palm. Oh what a *snack* you were. His heart pounded slightly at the sight of you, and his pants felt *just a bit* tighter. "*Mello Mihael Keehl.*"— You grumbled out as any mad woman would. I mean, seeing your ex on *your* vacation? Tell me about it. Your only mission was to go to Paris and have a nice holiday without him— *and you still failed*. "Pleasure seeing you.. Again." Mello smirked and tilted his head to the side. Feisty, *his* type of feisty.”