Blood and Roses

6 | First Date

~Angelo

Camila is a sight to behold, with beauty that pierces through even the darkest of souls. There are no words to capture her essence adequately, but “beautiful” comes close. The way she carries herself, the grace that emanates from her every movement, it’s captivating, enthralling. I could repeat it endlessly because it’s nothing but the undeniable truth.

But I must admit, I feel unworthy of her. None of us deserve someone like her; she’s on a level of perfection that seems otherworldly. Yet, despite that, a part of me longs for her to choose me, to have her in my life, if only for a fleeting moment.

Since the day she embraced the path of an assassin, my eyes have been fixated on her. She embodies strength, speed, intelligence, the very essence of a lethal force. In New York’s ruthless world, she stands tall, even towering over me, though I possess more experience. It’s Kojima Ryuu, the most feared man in this city, who honed her into the terrifying weapon she is today.

They call her the harbinger of death or the Scarlet Serpent, with 823 victims left in her wake. Just the mention of her name sends shivers down spines. How can I, a mere mortal, dare to think that I could hold someone as extraordinary as her in my grasp, even if just for a while?

Allow me to paint you a vivid picture of this enigmatic creature, and perhaps you’ll understand why I’m so captivated.

Her flowing, lustrous black hair cascades down her back, shimmering like the darkest night. But it’s her eyes, oh, those emerald green eyes, that hold the power to pierce your very soul. Whether bathed in the light of the day or the haunting glow of the moon, they radiate an intensity that’s impossible to ignore. The softness and compassion etched on her face are ever-present, though she seems oblivious to her own allure. But don’t be deceived by her tender exterior, for her personality carries an aggressive edge that sets her apart; perfectly imperfect, a harmonious contradiction that enthralls me.

It’s strange, I admit, but I find pleasure in her displays of defiance, even when it’s aimed at me. The way she hurled a spoon in my direction, that raw, unbridled fury, it only adds to her allure. I’ve grown to cherish every aspect of her being. The passive aggressive tendencies, the physical assertiveness, and the tender heart that beats within her, much like a teddy bear seeking refuge in the storm.

Some may despise her for the aggression she exudes or for the trail of 823 lives she’s claimed. Yet, my reality diverges from theirs, for I come from a world of individuals like her. I’ve walked in the shadows, understood the complexities of those who exist on the edge of darkness. In her, I found a person worth knowing, worth loving, and it’s her acceptance I crave more than anything.

Yes, she’s a force to be reckoned with, but I want her and only her. My desire burns with an intensity that matches her own fiery spirit. I yearn for her to see the truth, to grasp the depth of my affection without harboring any hatred. She’s the one I seek, the one who has awakened something primal within me.

Camila is not the type of girl you’d expect to see in a dress, and that’s precisely what adds to her allure. Sitting across from me, she exudes an aura that demands attention. The dress she wears, a bright green that complements her striking emerald eyes, seems like a contradiction to her usual demeanor. Yet, there’s no denying that she looks absolutely phenomenal in it, drawing me in with every glance.

The top clings tightly to her form, accentuating her figure, while a golden corset cinches around her torso, adding an air of regal sophistication. Those off-the-shoulder sleeves, so fluffy and decadent, lend a touch of softness to her overall appearance. And the silky skirt, cascading gracefully below her knees, moves with every shift, an elegant extension of her enigmatic presence.