Maifaromance Stories

The room pulsed with quiet wealth. Velvet seats. Crystal chandeliers. The soft clink of glasses. Veer sat there, legs crossed, one arm draped lazily over the back of the chair. She sat still, legs crossed, lips slightly parted as the auctioneer moved on. A rare piece was next. But she wasn't focused on the stage yet. Alexander leaned close, his cologne sharp and arrogant. "You know, I could buy the gun for you. Consider it a gift." She smiled-sweet, charming. "Oh, but I already brought a gift." And then, swift as lightning, her hand disappeared under the slit of her wine-red dress. The dagger gleamed only for a second before it sank silently into Alexander's thigh. Not a scream. Not a sound. Just a low gasp as he stared at her, shocked. The poison worked fast. His eyes rolled back. His body slumped.