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Scintilla (+18)

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Heels clicking on the marble floor could be heard as a woman made her appearance. The wrinkles of her dress against her body effortlessly following the movements of her legs. The extravagant reflections of the lights making her melanated skin glow. Her eyes silently scan the room while curious spirits lay theirs on her. (...) In a room full of people - most being wealthy, businessmen and businesswomen of all fields - she quietly slithers herself through the mass. Her hair manages to hide a barely noticeable earpiece in which she's being whispered a particular description of the man she's looking for tonight. (...) Full lips curving into a faint smirk when she finally found the one she's looking for. (...)
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What happens when you're in the wrong place at the wrong time? She is just at the beginning of her year-long world travels when she falls into the hands of him - an Italian mafia Don driven by the thirst for answers and revenge. When there is something else thrown into the mix - obsession. But is it the healthy kind? -- "I can see it, you know," he continues, his voice as smooth and dangerous as the edge of a blade. "The fear you're trying so hard to hide. The way your hands tremble ever so slightly, the way your breath catches in your throat when I'm close like this." My hands instinctively curl into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I struggle to maintain control. He tilts his head, studying me like a predator sizing up its prey, his proximity suffocating. "You should be scared," he says, the words laced with an unsettling certainty. "Because when I'm done with you, there won't be anything left of that defiance you're so proud of." A shiver runs down my spine. "I've faced worse than you," I manage to grit out, though my voice is barely above a whisper. "And I'm still standing." His lips curve into a sinister smile, a glint of something dark and twisted flashing in his eyes. "We'll see how long that lasts." "Let's go." "No." --

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