Lark of the Flames

"So..... What's it gonna be, Love?" he spoke, whispering the word "Love" in my ear while tracing the barrel of the gun along my face.

His words made a shiver run down my spine. I gulped in fear, tears pricking at the corner of my eyes, and to say I was scared would be an underestimate. I whimpered, as his grip on my jaw tightened.

"W-what d-do y-you w-want" I choked out. His lips curled up in an ugly smirk, loving the effect he had on me.
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Lucian Marcello.

He was described as one of the most sinfully attractive men to walk on planet Earth.
Every single word that came out of his mouth was rumored to be swooning and irrevocably charming to any woman that he comes across with.
Peers and colleagues would portray him to be a man of excellence.
He was also the sole Heir of his extraordinary wealthy heirloom.

All around, he is thought to be one of the most respected bachelors out there...

And ALL of that is complete, utter bullshit.

Lucian Marcello really was:

Brutal.
Violent.
And had no ounce of mercy in this blood.

He was the living definition of a Devil, who would exile anyone stepping a foot in his way.

Now, how did I get entangled with someone like this, you ask?
Well, why don't you read and find out!