[𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞]
Once lovers, now enemies, but their love was stronger.
Milana Levine used to be one of the most well known assassins in New York, maybe even in all of the US. Known as Demise, even her title sent a warning. She wasn't one...
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The skirt of my dress sways in the rushing wind as I stand in front of the leviathan castle. I look up and catch sight of an array of beautifully stained glass, made up of the darkest of purples and the lightest of blues. Exact opposites, yet match perfectly.
I push open the doors, which surprisingly open with ease, and make my journey through the hallway blessed in silver. Several chandeliers that look as if they have been crafted by the gods, line the glowing hallway, creating a path to where the hypnotising music plays. My family follow as I walk the expanse of the walkway, one hand gripping my skirt and the other holding my mask, trying not to destroy the beauty it holds.
I look up to see myself staring back down at me. The ceiling, which was built from old and ruined mirrors, added an extra element of the dark beauty that surrounds me. Before I knew it, I was face to face with the imposing ballroom doors, which fixed me with a daring challenge.
My family collectively come to a halt beside me and I push open the double doors. The room is more alive than any human soul could be, and the smell of wine and cigarettes instantly hits me.
My eyes sweep across the dance floor before we are greeted by Domenico himself and some other members of his family. My eyes continue to wander around the ballroom, everything is so nicely decorated. The table settings all match, crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, overlooking the action, and a mini bar sits in the corner.
Shortly after stepping foot inside the ballroom, Amelia and another girl around her age come running up to me. "I am so glad you're here, Milana." She says. "I'm surprised you can even identify me from behind this mask." I joke.
She looks down to my arm.
"You're tattoo gave it away." She says with a laugh. I look down to my right arm and see roman numerals in black inc. My very first tattoo was in remembrance of my father, his birthday. I smile at the memory of him and look over to the bar.
"I need a drink." I announce before stepping away from the girls and heading over to the bar.
I make my way over to the bar, taking small steps to allow myself time to appreciate every little detail of the ballroom. I sit down on an empty stool and order a cocktail when I am suddenly approached from behind. A man in a white suit sits down on the stool next to me. I don't glance his way for more than a second before facing the bartender.
"What's your name?" The unidentifiable man asks. I whip my head around to him and sit up straight on the stool. "What's it to you?" I question.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?" He interrogates, scooting closer to me. I laugh, my shoulders rising and falling, and purse my lips at him.
"Milana." A deep voice calls out from behind me. I switch my attention to the man behind me and without a doubt, know it's Marco just from his scent. He is wearing a sharp-looking and well fitted black suit. A black mask shields a part of his face, not including his eyes, which are staring at me with intensity. "Marco." I reply, staring at him through my mask.
