Kiss Me, Kill Me
Title: Kiss Me, Kill Me
The first time you met was less than romantic, or really, anything but romantic. Leaning more towards bizarre than anything else.
It was with a confident, somewhat naive mindset in which you were able convinced your father that no, ZiTao would not need to escort around university.
And yes, you would definitely call each hour to update him on your whereabouts even though you knew the man and your head of security had a GPS tracking device embedded in your phone and locket father insisted you wear each day.
You wondered how different things would have turned out if ZiTao had performed his assigned tasks and had followed you around campus that day. For certain you would have never met him, or more so, he wouldn’t have lived to meet you, not with ZiTao’s extensive years practicing various, deadly, martial arts techniques.