darkenkind

darkenkind

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" Bibere venenum in auro. " There was only one like him. Only one who could be the villain, the mastermind, and the destroyer of it all. He had come to change fate, he had come to reassemble what already was, and he had come after her. Every word he spoke was double edged and every smile was like a knife; glittering and deadly. He was here for war and war he would get. With every step he took he wrought destruction and every flick of his gaze brought despair. Death was not consequence and life was no reward; there was only blood and the war. Power and destruction was all he knew so that was what he coveted. Some called him a revolutionary, some called him a demon, others would only speak his name in the hushed whispers of the night. To some he was a hero and to others he was a usurper, but to most he was the ruler of the underworld. The king of the thieves who sat on a throne of twisted destruction with a crown of blood on his brow. He had many names and many titles, but few knew his real one, and even fewer spoke it. That name being: Massimo Capello.
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❝May I have this dance, darling?❞ A soft chuckle escaped from his lips as he asked for my hand. He was close, way too close. I scoffed as his intense gaze carefully studied the frustration and disbelief that fell on my face. ❝We're really going to do this? Pretend we are that perfect happy couple who have jumped out of a fairy tale to attend this gala? Are you really that delusional Verratti?❞ I asked, my eyes twinkling in amusement, yet fully aware my words were as sharp as a knife. He deserved this and more, for all the shit he is putting me through. His smirk dropped as he stared down at me for one full minute, his gaze intense, like he was holding himself back from saying something. He then took a step forward, like he was trying to figure something out. I was almost convinced my words finally started to have an impact on him, until his face relaxed into a lazy grin as he proceeded to lick his bottom lip. ❝But darling, you seem to have quite the reputation for being the perfect doll in everyone's eyes. It shouldn't be that hard for an elite, versatile actress such as yourself to play the role as that one special gift sent from your family, just for me.❞ His green eyes were dark with amusement as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my earlobe. I tensed; he took it far. Too fucking far. ❝Fuck you Nikolai.❞ I seethed; my tone laced with venom meant just for him. His grin slowly turned into a sinister smirk, relentlessly taunting me as he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer towards him. One of his hands wrapped around my waist, the other entwined itself with my remaining hand. He slowly regained his posture and composure, and whispered softly into my ear, ❝Fuck you too Carla.❞

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