Corazón

⁰⁰⁶ : 𝙾𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Her smile, so soft, doth brighten all my days,
I see no malice in her gentle gaze.
She plays with innocence, her touch divine,
And little know I, to her will I resign.
For in her arms, I find both peace and light,
Blind to the shadows lurking out of sight.

She holds my heart with every word she speaks,
I chase her like the dawn, though distant peaks.
Her sweetness seems so pure, so fair, so true,
Yet why do whispers say I have no clue?
Still, I adore her, lost in love’s embrace,
Unknowing what dark thoughts behind her grace.

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☘ ꜱᴜᴢᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴅᴇꜱʀᴏꜱɪᴇʀꜱ ☘

I lazily pop an iced grape into my mouth, my gaze fixated on the scene of destruction I orchestrated hours ago. Dawn is creeping closer, painting the horizon in soft pastel hues, but the impending light doesn’t faze me. I’m engrossed in replaying the aftermath of my four bomb blasts, relishing the chaos they’ve caused. My amusement grows as I switch between camera feeds, each one showing the precise devastation I had commanded, unraveling before me like a twisted symphony.

The trio’s reactions are nothing short of ridiculous, their faces twisted with fear as they watch helplessly while their guards are picked off one by one, their blood staining the ground before their very eyes. And then, the explosion. It was exquisite. My men knew exactly when to strike. In the haze of smoke, when visibility was nearly gone, they crippled him—his legs shattered with precision. Diedrich and his son escaped with mere scratches, all because I was feeling particularly merciful tonight. My objective for now had been fulfilled to perfection.

A slight smile curves my lips as I switch the footage to something trivial—a fashion show. The grim satisfaction still simmers beneath my calm exterior, but it’s time to play another role. “Suzy, I’ll be back from Morocco in a week. Don’t roam the mansion alone. Everyone will be arriving tomorrow,” Rolan’s voice interrupts the silence, as he adjusts his crisp suit with meticulous care. I glance up, offering him a practiced, obedient smile, the kind that conceals more than it reveals, and give a slight nod.

Just then, Handsome saunters in, as if right on cue, and slides his tattooed arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him with a casual, possessive ease. His scent—musky, intoxicating—fills the space between us. This guy.

Rolan glares at him, his eyes darkens with suspicion. “Don’t think that just because I’m leaving, you can take her wherever you please. Where exactly is this somewhere?” His voice is sharp, laced with protectiveness, fully aware of the risks that lurk beyond the mansion, where the wilderness reigns and shadows conceal more than they reveal. Is this fool planning to get himself into trouble?

Handsome just shrugs, his voice carrying that air of playful nonchalance. “It’s just a friendly date, Dad. Nothing more.” His words hang in the air, and even I can’t help but raise a brow. Friendly date? Is he for serious? Rolan’s brows furrow in disbelief, and for a fleeting moment, even I feel a stir of intrigue. But I quickly mask it, the shadows within me shifting ever so slightly as I lower my head, feigning innocence. A silent breath steadies me, and when I lift my gaze again, everything is as it should be. My façade remains intact.

Their staring contest stretches on, tension simmering between them like the calm before a storm, but Rolan eventually relents with an irritated sigh, casting one last protective glance at me before he heads toward the door.