~𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮'𝓼 𝓕𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓕𝔂𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓻.~💜

CHAPTER 14: MUSICAL SYMPHONY

(TW: Mention of harming another)

-(FYODOR'S POV)

It was now the night of the grand ball. As the gentleman he was, of course he had to look majestic for the occasion. With his expensive tuxedo and his mask that was one of a kind, a kind that no professional could define.

As he was powdering his face with soft translucent powder, he couldn't help but notice your sleeping reflection in the mirror, a smile adding on as he knew that what you were right now is what he had created of you;

A complete mess.

The enchanting man let out a small chuckle as he kept on adjusting himself, knowing what he was doing as his movements were like they were scripted from a qualified book about looks and beauty.

After all of that, Dostoevsky went to put on his luxury leather shoes. The shoes that you would see on a man in these office movies, well-polished and old fashioned.

His figure shimmering over the mirror, a beauty that is out of this world. Sometimes people wondered how two human beings could've done this divinity.

A knock suddenly came from the door, startling him a bit before going back to his composure. He then briefly went to go open the door and as he expected, it was Amarah.

"Hello Fedya! I'm here for what you asked me for." The woman suddenly exclaimed as she eyed his outfit and well taken care of face.

Fyodor frankly looked at her as of course, he didn't give on single care about her and then opened his mouth to speak.

"I know, come in." He said in a nonchalant tone, making way for her to come in.

As she walked into the apartment, she smelled the familiar odor that she had always had when she came here. The decorations still as modest as they were.

"Alright so I left the list of what to do on the kitchen counter. Be careful with her, she's in a... critical case." The Russian uttered, holding back a smile.

Amarah noticed his mischievous demeanor as she then saw him taking his leave.

"Sure, I guess?" She then replied, not having enough time to bring out his attention.

--END OF POV

Looking around the place, she then went into the room where you were peacefully sleeping, and her face suddenly turned one into a disgusted expression.

The jealous woman couldn't help but remember that you were the one Fyodor loved, not her. Which made her blood boil to its core.

She then approached your sleeping form as she noticed the heavily bandaged ankles and the bruises on your shoulders, not one ounce of reaction appearing on her face.

But then suddenly, Amarah noticed your eyes opening in a swift movement, which made her flinch a bit. You then stared at her as you were a bit confused and shifted up in a crouch on the bed, wincing in pain from your broken ankle.

"W... Who are you?..." You said to the woman standing in front of you. Your eyes reflecting purity and innocence to her, which annoyed her even more.

She now controlled herself from not doing anything dumb, as her fists balled up and the clear frown now on her face. Clearly here she was, in front of a random woman she purely hated at the cause of love and jealousy, holding her rage in. Amarah swallowed some of her saliva before briefly speaking in a cold demeanor.

"I'm Fyodor's... affair partner... I mean, until you stepped in. Now I'm only considered his, 'bodyguard'. Which is not only disgraceful, but also deeply HURTING."

Amarah now could feel herself boiling with anger as she couldn't help but pour gasoline to the flames, the hate, the thing she has been feeling for months towards you.

You were in a state of confusion and haze as you had just woken up. A bit terrified too at the tone the woman standing in front of you took at the word 'hurting'.

Before you could even make sense of your surroundings, a crucial pain came upon you. Your ankles were acting once again. You winced in pain trying to hold the hurt in you.

Amarah watched as she remembered the pain killers but decided not to get them. She just watched you suffer in silence, loving the sight of you being in pain. She now unlocked one of Fyodor's visions of why he liked you, because he LOVED watching that sweet face of yours suffer and the sounds you made. It was like music to his ears and Amarah understood it.

It only made her want more of that musical symphony of yours.

--AT THE BALL; LINDA'S POV--

The ball was now in its development as the guests were coming in large numbers, I kept looking around to see if that sick motherfucker would show up. Seconds turned into minutes, which turned into an hour and nothing. Maybe he had slipped through? Pcht, what a pissy baby he is.

"Linda! Did you find the guy yet or not?" Henry suddenly whispered from behind me, startling me a bit.

It took me a moment before replying, clearly not in the mood.

"No... I think he made his way through another way."

Henry looked a bit desperate as he wanted to do things quickly. I understood him but come on! He's being a whiny baby.

We then went separate ways around the gigantic place as the guests were almost all here, I tried my best to inspect everyone who was here. Many looked similar to the bastard me and Henry are looking for. The one who took my best friend away.

The ballroom was looking very old-time vintage, giving me nostalgia. The songs were very medieval themed and elegant, it was kind of festive too. The blue lights blinding the room as people were dancing and chanting. All of these reminded me of her, she loved this kind of music and style of party. It's a shame that one of them caused her a traumatic event. I'm wondering where she is right now, how is she doing? Is that sociopath tormenting her? Or maybe worse?...

Only she could say...

I kept looking around, my sparks or determination slowly fading away as I didn't see the sight of the masked individual I was specifically looking for.

But then, out of nowhere, a cold hand had placed itself on my shoulder. At the second I was turning my head; the mysterious person suddenly spoke.

"Care to have a dance with me, my lady?" 

----------------END OF CHAPTER---------------------

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello again!! I'm here posting another chapter after 3-4 months, I know. But I do have an explanation, my mental health hasn't been the best these past months, so I had to take a break. I originally planned the break to be 2 weeks long, but it turned into a 3–4-month break, my apologies if I made anyone wait too long. Though I hope y'all enjoy the new chapter!)