"You're insufferable."
"Maybe," he says softly, "but you still can't keep your eyes off me."
"Maybe I don't want to."
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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢
Playboy, arrogant, and egoistic-sounds like a typical jerk, right? But there's more to Marco th...
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The clock struck midnight. A shot went off.
Inside the grand library, Mayor Vincent Romano sat at his desk, engrossed in paperwork, choosing to ignore this sound. Unaware of the figure standing, watching him.
The figure moved closer, their eyes fixed on Vincent. The mayor, still oblivious, continued to work, the only sound in the room the scratch of his pen against paper.
Suddenly, the figure spoke, their voice low and cold, "Hello, Vincent."
The mayor looked up, eyes narrowing, "Who's there?" he demanded.
The figure stepped into the light, revealing their face. Vincent's eyes widened in shock and recognition. "You... What are you doing here? What do you want?"
"I'm here for payback."
"You took everything from me," the figure continued. "Every time I saw your smug face, I just wanted to slit your throat and make you pay for what you did. And now you will."
Before Vincent could react, the figure lunged forward, a dagger in hand. The blade plunged into Vincent's chest. "This is for everything you stole from me," the figure growled.
Vincent gasped, eyes wide with shock and pain. The killer didn't stop. They stabbed him again. "This is for all the nights I couldn't sleep."
And again. "This is for ruining my life."
And again. "This is for thinking you could get away with it."
Vincent's lifeless body slumped to the floor, blood pooling around him. The killer stood over him, breathing heavily.
"You brought this on yourself," they muttered, wiping the dagger clean before slipping back as quietly as they had come.
