The shattered pieces of my being cry out for repair, for the gentle touch of empathy to mend the fractures within. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|I stood there, unfolding the truth to Nikolay, the disbelief etched on his face like a canvas of shock and denial. "What do you mean by you are in love with that woman?" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the deserted cabin.My gaze met his, determined yet apprehensive. I could feel the weight of the revelation hanging in the air. "Nikolay," I began, "it's not a joke. I never thought it would happen, but it did."My eyes searched Nikolay's face for any sign of understanding, but all I found was a storm brewing beneath the surface. His fists clenched, and the lines on his forehead deepened. The room seemed to shrink, suffocating under the tension.Days of rehearsing my confession hadn't prepared me for this moment, for the intensity of Nikolay's disbelief. "I've tried to find the right words," I co
In his stoic gaze, I see the echoes of a forgotten vulnerability. My heart aches for the man who has been strong for so long that he's unfamiliar with the gentle dance of weakness. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A|I arrived at the location Kirill shared, the familiarity of the forest tugging at the edges of my consciousness. However, I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. The gravity of the situation unfolded before me as I saw him, a man I knew as strong and dominant, now sitting with his back against a tree, his vulnerability laid bare.The forest seemed to hold secrets, echoing with a shared history that transcended the present. But my attention was drawn to him, who looked more like a fragile child than the formidable man I knew.His knees were pulled close to his chest, head buried between his palms, as if seeking refuge from the storm within.I approached him quietly, my steps careful on the forest floor. As I kneele
She learned that the promises whispered in the night can be louder than the heartbreak in the morning. -Unknown.|A L E E Z A|In these past few weeks, life has taken on the gentle rhythm of a smooth ride. Kirill's presence has become a constant, a reassuring melody that plays in the background of my days. His touches linger longer than before, each one leaving an imprint that resonates with an unspoken intensity. There's a familiarity in the way he calls me addictive, and I can't help but feel it, I feel beautiful with him. Looking and feeling beautiful are two entirely different things. Even in the simplicity of everyday moments, I'm drawn to him, as if an invisible force pulls me closer."It's your fault, Solnishko," he teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes, fingers lightly brushing mine. "You're just too addictive."Since the night his tears fell into the shelter of my arms, our connection has ripened into something far more profound. I
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. -Neil Gaiman. |K I R I L L|My room, usually a sanctuary of solitude, was invaded by an unexpected presence. The creak of the door hinges pulled my attention away from the scattered papers on my desk. There he stood, my father, an enigma wrapped in an aura of arrogance. Surprise etched across my face, I blurted out, "What are you doing here?"His response, a casual smirk paired with a sarcastic tone, sliced through the air, "Well, I was hoping for a more welcoming welcome, Kirill."My brow furrowed in confusion. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm just... surprised," I muttered, attempting to compose myself.He sauntered into the room, a mockery of nonchalance, and settled into the chair, his gaze never leaving mine. "Surprised, huh? That's a first," he quipped, the
Deception wore a mask of love, and I danced blindly to its sinister tune. -Unknown.|A L E E Z A|My eyes slowly fluttered open, and the sterile white surroundings of the hospital room greeted me. The first thing that came into focus was Kirill's face, his eyes filled with concern which is nothing but fake. Memories flooded back, and a heavy ache settled in my chest. His hand reached for mine, but the weight ofhis betrayal pressed on my heart."How are you feeling?" he asked, and I wanted to laugh bitterly at the irony of his caring tone.My head throbbed from the spice-induced aftermath. As I withdrew my hand, a flash of hurt crossed his face, but I couldn't bring myself to care.His voice, a soft whisper, "I am so sorry, Aleeza. I did not wanted any of this to happen." reached my ears, but I turned my head away, avoiding the fake sincerity in his eyes. Tears threatened to spill, and I couldn't let him witness my vulnerability again.
I can force the world to kneel down in front of my sister, and I can kneel down for her in front of the whole world. If that does not tell you about my love for my sister, nothing else will. -Unknown.|L O R E N Z O|As I sat in the dimly lit room, surrounded by the subtle hum of my empire's operations, I couldn't help but reflect on the intricate dance of chaos that defined my existence. The intricate web of power and influence that I had woven over the years wasn't built on order; it thrived on chaos, fear, and the unpredictable currents of the underworld. It's what made me the don of Italy, the orchestrator of clandestine movements that shaped the city's destiny.I learned from the best, my older brother and father, masters of the art of deception and power. They instilled in me the philosophy that chaos is not a force to be feared but a tool to be wielded. A tool that molds destinies and crushes opposition. In this world, where the lin
But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling. -Margaret Atwood.|A L E E Z A|In the dim light, the room revealed itself slowly—its worn-out walls, a flickering bulb casting feeble shadows, and a persistent chill that whispered of the lingering despair it held. As my senses adjusted, the recognition hit me with the force of a cruel revelation. This was the same room, the same haunting chamber where I had been trapped eight years ago as a frightened fifteen-year-old.The ropes, etched into my skin, seemed to symbolize an unbroken thread connecting my past to the present. A shiver ran down my spine as I traced the itchy texture of my confinement. Memories, once buried deep, surged forward, and the room felt like a stage for the revival of my darkest nightmares.The question lingered, unspoken but echoing within the confines of the space – why was I back here? The air was thick with a chilling silence, br
The responsibility of love is to keep another's heart safe. And, I failed. I failed in loving her. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|The roar of the jet engines echoed my frustration as I flew back to Russia, anger boiling within me like a tempest. My father's betrayal felt like a scorching flame, fueled by the revelation that he had orchestrated Aleeza's torment.I can not even imagine the torture she must have to go through. Ivan told me how her brothers were forced to kneel for the sake of her protection. I do not care about them. I can give a flying fuck about them. But I can not sit still about it because Aleeza thinks of her brothers like some sort of gods. Maybe to her, they are. From what I know, she was raised and protected by her brothers. After giving her birth, her parents were not really active in parenting. It was her brothers who filled the role of parents in her life. The sight of Aleeza, broken and vulnerable, and the haunting i