Behind the mask
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Last published Wed, Mar 12, 2025
On the rooftop, her fancy dress that's now covered with her blood, her tired ice blue eyes met his gazes under his mask, his hazel eyes shines under the moonlight, she couldn't hold more the pain even though she's been through worse than this, but she lost a lot of blood and start getting dizzy and cold, she may be a disgrace to the assassins, but her rival is much stronger than she is.
Suddenly Ivan pointed a gun towards her, and said with his deep voice
"sit down"
She was confused,(does he think that i'll give up cause of his threatening??)
He stepped closer and said again but more sternly
"sit down, Now, i won't repeat"
She wasn't afraid so she didn't comply and took a defensive position, he pinched the bridge of his nose and close the gap between them, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down, she resisted but he groaned
"why are you so stubborn, you lost a lot of blood, now sit down, i won't bite unless you want to"
he smirked, and pushed her down till she was sitting completely, she sighs and couldn't argue more cause she is already dizzy, he sat beside her
"Rei... Are you okay?"
She felt cold and heavy, even words couldn't come out of her mouth, she just leaned against him and passed out.
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