❌WARNING: MATURE CONTENT❌
27 year old Archer Stark is an assassin, he works for no one besides himself, and one night he's sent to kill a girl.
24 year old Violet Moon is a Socialite, she's a trophy wife rich girl, and she had no idea she was on som...
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__________________________________ The silky fabric felt good on her skin, like the sun kissed the fabric and the moon was infused in the strings, it felt right.
Violet never knew her life would take this kind of path, but here she was, and it felt cosmic.
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She looked herself up and down in the mirror, observing the cream colored fabric adorned with dazzling gold scale-like accents. She stood looking at herself and wondering how she looked like the sun in her universe where no stars ever existed.
She dragged her hands slowly up her leg through the slit in her dress as she looked over her outfit to make sure everything was in place. The weapons that she had strapped to her body were strategically hidden away in her garter belt around her plush soft thighs.
She had knives strapped there along with other small weapons hidden away in the bodice of her dress and her shimmering gold clutch that she held close.
She didn't need to do much to her face; all she put on was a simple gold smoky eye that fanned out into a deeper red color alluding to her fox theme. Her lips had a shiny gold gloss over them and her hair was curled and pinned at one side.
She felt beautiful, not just a pretty trophy, but beautiful.
She took a deep uneasy breath and flattened her palms on her torso, feeling her heart beat steady.
Violet looked amazing, she felt amazing. She didn't think there was a time where she looked so bright and confident in her own skin.
She turned away from the mirror as a small smile softened across her lips.
She was ready.
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Violet walked out of her room heading to the stairwell, Archer said to meet him and Donny in the foyer when she was ready. She had no doubt they were probably done hours ago.
She rounded the corner to the stairwell, walking down the huge marble steps still marveled by the dark academia aesthetic the mansion had.
