Twilight's Serenity

Chapter 1

"Can't stop staring at those ocean eyes,"
,
"Falling into your ocean eyes,"
~ Ocean Eyes (Billie Eilish).

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Ivana ☆ ~

I sat by the shore, tears making my eyelashes wet and my eyes red as the soothing sound of waves hit my ears.

I rubbed at my eyes with the ends of my full-sleeve top.

Wrapping my arms around my feet, I buried my face into my hands, my mind drifting back to the last few minutes.

"Sorry Iva," He sighs and says, his head down.

"You cheated on me, Daniel." I said, my own head down as I looked at my feet, feeling anger instead of sorrow, making it's way through my veins.

He stays silent. As he should.

"Sorry Babe-"  "Shut the fúck up unless you want a slap across the face,"

I actually had the nerve to slap him hard after all of this, and I would if he kept going.

"I hope she dumps you, manwhore," I said and turned back, walking outside his apartment as I could hear him shouting some bullshit to me but I didn't give a shit.

I shake my head and look up to the pinkish nightsky, goosebumps running down my body as the cool winter air came on contact with my face.

I sigh, looking up at the moon.

That's when I felt a presence beside me as I could faintly smell the scent of a manly cologne and the smoke of cigarettes.

I look beside me, only to see one of the worst and somehow one of the best scenes. A dangerous figure, but a godly aura.

His hoodie hung lazily around his muscular body, messy brown hair that was till his ears, now falling down over his forehead, a semi-colon tattoo right below his ear, on his neck.

His well-defined jawline caught my attention as he blew out smoke from the black e-cigerrette he was using, his skin clear with perfect features and high cheekbones.

Him.
Zane Romano.

"Ivana Violette," His deep voice rang through my ears and sent another set of chills down my spine, the thick Italian accent sounding somehow heavenly.

"Right?" He asks, turning his head to look at me, his gaze emotionless as he looks into my eyes.

I had never noticed his eyes before. They were ocean blue with slightly dilated pupils, which I saw through the little corners of his messy hair over them. His eyes were hooded at the corners.

I've never seen eyes prettier than his ever.

I nod my head slowly, silently intimidated by his sharp features.

I looked back at the sand, realizing that I was sitting beside a ruthless and dangerous mafia who killed people without a second thought and has survived without a step inside prison ever since he started, his strategies such that even though knowing he attempted crimes, no one could ever hold up any evidence against him.

My eyes then took a glance at him again, falling on the semi-colon tattoo below his ear as he was now looking at the sea in front of us.

I had a million questions in my mind, some about myself and the things I experienced moments ago and others all about him and that tattoo.