Run With The Devil

A Night of Masks and Promises

Lyras pov

The staff was bustling around the mansion, setting up decorations for the masquerade that would take place later that night. The air was filled with the sound of clinking metal and rustling fabric as they prepared the grand hall for the evening's event. I had just risen from Deon's bed, feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement.

Deon, who had been lounging on the bed, also got up. He walked towards me with a determined stride, his expression a blend of seriousness and mischief. As he approached, he roughly pinned me against the wall, his grip firm but not unkind.

"Don't dress too sexy tonight," he said, his voice low and edged with possessiveness. "I don't want other men looking at what's mine. Otherwise, it'll get messy."

His smirk was infuriatingly charming. I placed my hand on the side of his neck, pulling him closer and pressing my lips to his in a quick, confident kiss. When I pulled away, I looked up at him with a challenging glint in my eyes.

"I'll dress how I want," I replied, smirking. "But I'm pretty sure no woman would dare to mess with me. After all, I was born with abilities, and no ordinary person, even armed, stands a chance against me. So you better not dress too handsome yourself."

Deon raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Oh? Is that so?" he teased, leaning in to kiss me again. This time, his kiss was deeper, and the touch lingered a bit longer. He pulled back just enough to mockingly add, "I'll dress how I want."

I laughed softly, feeling a rush of exhilaration. With one last glance at him, I sped out of his room, the wind barely rustling the curtains as I made my way back to my own room. The anticipation of the masquerade had me buzzing with excitement, and I needed to get ready.

In my room, I turned on the shower and let the warm water cascade over me, washing away the lingering traces of the morning. As the water hit my skin, I thought about the night ahead and how I wanted to present myself.

I chose a dark red dress that was elegant yet undeniably alluring. The fabric hugged my curves just right, and the deep hue made me feel both confident and mysterious.

Denos pov

As the evening of the masquerade approached, the mansion was abuzz with last-minute preparations. I stood in front of the mirror in my study, adjusting the bow tie on my tuxedo. The rich black fabric felt smooth against my skin, and the mask, a sleek black creation with intricate silver designs, rested on the table beside me.

I had opted for a classic yet refined look for the masquerade-a black tuxedo with a touch of silver, and a mask that complemented the evening's theme. The goal was to blend sophistication with an air of mystery, fitting for the occasion and the many high-profile guests expected to attend.

I checked my watch, noting the time. The masquerade would begin soon, and the mansion's grand hall was already alive with the chatter of well-dressed guests.

My thoughts drifted to Lyra. The last time I had seen her, she had been in a hurry to get ready, a teasing smile on her lips. I could only imagine the effect she would have tonight. Her confident demeanor and natural allure would undoubtedly turn heads.

As I finished adjusting my cuffs, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Marco stepped in, his own attire impeccable.

"Everything in order, Deon?" Marco asked, his gaze flicking to the mask on the table.

"Everything's set," I replied, nodding. "Just need to get this mask on and head downstairs."

Marco offered a brief smile before glancing at his own reflection. "Looking sharp. I'm sure the guests will appreciate the effort."

I managed a grin. "Thanks. You look good yourself. Let's just hope tonight goes smoothly."

As Marco left, I took a deep breath, focusing on the night ahead. The masquerade was more than just a social event; it was an opportunity to solidify alliances and showcase our influence. The presence of the high-profile guests meant that every detail had to be perfect.

With one final glance in the mirror, I placed the mask over my face, the intricate design framing my eyes. It was time to head downstairs. I could already hear the distant strains of music and the murmur of conversation as the masquerade began in earnest.

I walked through the grand hall, my steps echoing softly on the polished marble floor. The decorations looked impressive-elegant drapes and glittering chandeliers casting a warm glow over the room.

I spotted several familiar faces mingling with the crowd, their masks adding an air of anonymity to the evening's events. As I scanned the room, my attention was drawn to a group of people gathered around the drinks table, their laughter and animated conversation filling the space.

My focus shifted as I saw Lyra entering the room. She was striking in her dark red dress, the fabric catching the light as she moved. Her mask added an element of mystery, and her presence commanded attention. I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and anticipation.

She moved gracefully through the crowd, her confidence evident in every step. I knew she was ready for the evening, and I looked forward to spending the night with her by my side.

As the music swelled and the evening's festivities began, I made my way over to where Lyra stood. The night was young, and there was much to be done.