The story your about to read is not intended to be a long series. *but that could change* Some chapters more then likely will only be a few paragraphs long; they won't be as long as versus my other fanfictions. And I hope it pulls on your heart strings and cause of the feels. Some scenes may be disturbing and a bit much for some in future chapters. This is reasons why its rated M. reader discretion is advised. and enjoy.

His fingers brushed through his red locks as his eyes scanned the desk that sat in front of his sight. His hand reached and fiddled with a pencil that sat upon its wood surface as he made it sit perfectly vertical with the table. He then moved over and fixed the pink cup that held peppermint water and sat it at the top corner. Taking in a deep breath, he tried to calm his OCD behavior. Biting on his lip, he fought a smile, he was just excited, he always got like this everyday he came into work; everything had to be perfect.

"You ready to get designing?" her bell like voice spoke behind him. His eyes turned and looked at her. She stood there in a long blue sundress with white and pink polka dots across the fabric. A silver heart locket sat upon her collarbone and a brown braided leather bracelet upon her right wrist. The sight of her, made his heart drop 10 stories down. Her everything made his mind become confused and stomach filled with fluttering butterflies. He became numb at just being around her person. Her presence made him go quiet and trouble figuring out what to do next. He smiled at her and nodded as he followed her to the table in the room. He rushed over, blushing as he held the chair out to her. She giggled and curtsied slightly before she sat down, pushing her dress underneath as she sat along. He pushed her close to the table gently and stood over her as he watched her draw a figure along the sheet. Eyes watching her small hand move swiftly as she stared along the sheet. He laid one hand along the desk as he leaned in close. He went to touch her shoulder with the other, but hesitated and gripped the back of the chair she sat in as he watched her draw.

His soul had always felt something was missing. His heart always felt whole once he would draw along paper and let his emotions show along the sheets covered in lead with each stroke he made. But when he wasn't creating, he felt empty, he felt part of him was gone. This was reasons why he would always be drawing. No matter where he was, he was drawing in his sketchbook. "Now, I was thinking of a trailing skirt with this design, when the model wears it, it will flow along the runway and somewhat resembles waves. Do you think that would look nice, Nathanael?" She told as she ran the pencil down. He nodded and smiled. He felt such ways all his life, that was until he met her; Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She was different from most girls. Something about her, he was drawn toward. She was beautiful, kind, loving and just perfect. She was a creative type as well, which made him want her more. Her mind, he wanted to unlock and be a part of that world of hers. He loved her, he always had, ever since high school. He loved her with all his heart. And he was blessed to be able to work with her. But alas, the strings of fate were not on his side.

He loved her, but she was in love with someone else.

His breath got caught in his throat and body stiffened as his eyes glared down at the paper as he heard the devils voice enter the room. Adrien Agreste. His hand clenched into a fist along the table as he watched her body shift slightly toward Adrien. If Nathanael could, he would growl. Adrien chuckled as a group of assistance where around him, falunting over him and asking for if he needed anything. The smug look on his face of enjoyment made Nathanael want to knock his pretty face in. His eyes looked over at him as his white suited body walked over to them. "How are the designs going?" he questioned as he strolled over to Marinette, coffee in one hand other on his side. His voice felt like glass stabbing into Nathanael's skin; his gaze moved from him and back at the figure along the design. Marinette smiled as she was at a loss of words.

"Fine." Nathanael spoke firmly as he didn't look up from the page. Marinette's smile faded as she heard the tone in his voice. "We are finishing the last bit of designs for the showing next month."

Adrien tilted his head toward him, leering at him and then looked to Marinette. She blushed and nodded, pushing her hair behind her ear as she looked away, her long pony tail swaying side to side as she spun the chair side to side. Adrien smiled at her. "Well, I can't wait to see them all." He claimed as he stroke her under her chin. Marinette turned bright red. She stuttered. "Y-yes, we will finish the sketches tonight. I promise" She told as she nodded frantically. "Well, you are amazing, I know I'll love them no matter what. Bring them by my office tomorrow and we can discuss everything over a glass of wine." He winked as he walked off.

Nathanael took in a sharp breath as his knuckles turned white. He hated that she was putty in his hands. Adrien always took advantage of her being in love with him. It sickened him. Marinette turned in her chair, letting a big happy sigh out and returned to sketching. "I hope he does approve these designs." She smiled as she leaned on her hand along the desk, her eyes glanced and blinked as she looked at the tension in his hand along the desk. She looked up at him and stared along his irritated face. "You okay?" she wondered. His eyes jolted to her through his red locks, his grip loosened as he stared into the ocean along her eyes. He nodded. "Y-yeah, sorry, just, um, nervous, I hope he likes the designs too." He lied. Marinette's face softened and she smiled up at him. His heart clenched tightly at the sight of her. She was putty in Adrien's hands. But he was putty in Marinette's'. He side smiled back to her, she then returned to the design.