Requiem | H.S.
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Last published Thu, Apr 16, 2026
Requiem
/ˈrekwēəm/
noun
A Mass for the repose of the souls of the dead.
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Brook had been living in Chicago for a few years after her mother's passing. Her life was full of working, exhaustion, and grief. Every day was the same thing, repeatedly, although she learned to live with it.
Until one day, her persistent friends dragged her to a party, stating that she "worked too much." Brook wasn't one for parties, not anymore, but she went. The apartment was flooded with people. Music thudded against her chest, and the sound of laughter came from every direction.
What she didn't know was that beyond the cheap alcohol and smoke was something shifting- quietly, and unnoticeably. The flashing lights and noise were foreshadowing what was about to unravel.
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"Join me," she murmured, her voice a seductive, low tone that carried on the still air. It was an invitation, a challenge, and a promise all rolled into one. She could feel his eyes on her, tracing the curve of her back, the swell of her hips just beneath the water's surface. The sight of her, bathed in moonlight, was a potent temptation. He remained motionless, a predator assessing his prey. The game had begun, and he knew that one wrong move could cost him everything. His jaw tightened, the muscle ticking. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension. Finally, a low growl rumbled from his chest. "You have no idea what you're asking," he said, his voice a dangerous caress. ༻❁✿❀༺ 𝐿𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓏𝑜 𝒜𝓁𝓋𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓏 It's a tale as old as time, once you make a deal with the devil. He's Ruthless. He's Cold. He's Vicious. He's Merciless. You'll never get ur soul back. In a world of corruption, he's the king. The man who controls the underworld with just his inked palms. Until he met his match. 𝒜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓏 She's cunning. She's manipulative. She's selfish. She's seductive. In the darkest nights, she's a predator. Lurking in the shadow watching her prey. It's when she caught the eyes of the devil, that when she knows it won't end well for either of them. It was supposed to be so simple: Kill The Target. Temptation is the devil looking through the keyhole. Yielding is opening the door and inviting him in. -Billy Sunday And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming. ༻❁✿❀༺ Trops: - Mafia Romance - Strong FMC/Grumpy MMC - Grumpy/Brat - Dark Themes - Spicy Scenes - Enemies to Lovers - Hate/Love
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