Serina Accardi had everything, and wanted for nothing. Her brother gave her whatever she desired, but kept the parts of her destined world out of her reach.
Until she lost everything in one night to a man who's eyes looks like the devils wrath.
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Lorenzo POV
She didn't say a word and it made the eerie silence in this room suffocating.
She didn't make a sound as she tipped back the liquor bottle and downed the scotch like water. Her eyes sharp on mine, narrowed as she swallowed the drink she hated—yet drank now like she loved.
Marco had told me, that for every moment she had been there, she had kept a bottle of scotch clutched to her chest. That she drank it and cried.
Drinking it now she had no tears in her eyes, only questions, yet I knew that despite whatever I'd answer, it wouldn't be enough.
I wasn't sure how I was going to ever make her trust me again, look at me again like I wasn't a monster, a man who only ever hurts her; and the thought of that caused a searing pain to spread through my chest.
She disconnected the bottle from her lips, and slammed it on the table, the sound mixing around the large open room as the liquor sloshed around its cage.
Spillage of the liquor was left on her lips, and with her eyes on mine she wiped it away with her finger, before sucking the poison from her thumb with seductive intentions.
"Sparrow." I grunted as I shook my head and leant back in my chair, my own glass of scotch feeling heavy in my hand.
The room was large, yet It felt too small for the two of us now. Tension rippling and sizzling in the air between us, poisoning each inhale I take.
"Don't—" her words were hostile, her eyes burning, yet she spoke slowly and with a ploy to entrance . "I am not your sparrow today." Serina bit, as she sat forward in her seat.
"You are always mine." I said quickly, forcefully, and she looked at me wide eyed before she leant bank into her chair again, elegant, regal.
"Yours?" She scoffed manically. The glass window wall beside her reflected her every aspect.
She looked crazed, reckless. Wild.
I felt my voice come from my chest, "yes, sparrow." My words echoing loudly, causing her to raise her eyebrow like she was not even the slightest bit fazed.
She smiled, lowly, almost to herself as she stood. The dark room lit with the undertone of red lights that bounced off the black furniture.
"Then why try to get rid of me?" Serina asked me, her eyes on mine as she walked up to the window and put even more distance between us.
The blackness of the night contrasted to the sunrise that just barely peaked past the horizon.
Her eyes like diamonds, they sparkled with grief and desire, yet still sharp like an edge of a stone with her anger.
