𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.
The woman of impeccable beauty was the infinite definition of her name. Calm and poise.
Born into a violent life of guns and knives, you would assume a Mafia Princess like her would be training and preparing to be the next heir...
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This overwhelming smile overtakes his face. A face that I haven't seen in years, and it looks like he hasn't changed a bit. Except for some of his features being more structured than before, he still looked like normal Alias.
Besides the occasional twist in his gaze, an iniquity lurking beneath.
Between the time of us staring at each other, simply in a daze, he looked over my whole face as if savouring every feature I held—and while he did so, he hadn't realised he had released my hands.
Trying to escape was no use, trying to tackle this over-six-foot man would be even stupider. My only option was to harvest my phone, unlock the device and call whoever was first in my recent calls.
It was harder than I thought. Managing to slip it behind my back, I didn't have a passcode on my phone but only Face ID so it unlocked straight away without having it pointed in front of me.
I hoped that the position my thumb was in had hit the phone app, and then I tapped any random place on the screen in hopes that my sad attempt at saving myself was working.
But then I felt vibrating against my palm which had been a sign of my phone dialling—that was when relief hit me hard.
"Somehow, you have managed to get even prettier," He smiles softly, holding a palm against my cheek and caressing his thumb along my skin.
On instinct, I shove his hand away and my back hits the door. My phone had slipped back into my bag, it was opened just in case I needed to reach for it again. I just hoped that whoever was dialled had picked up and could track my location.
His smile fades and an angry frown appears across his dangerous expression.
"Don't touch me," I warn, folding my arms over my chest and hoping to lean away from him. Alias still makes no move to remove himself, instead, he only inches forward, even closer than he was before.
An uncomfortable feeling settled between him and me, our unsaid past, our teenaged past—it was all so long ago, a heartbreak well overdue but still an opened wound, unsettling me in my current life.
"Alias?" My brows pinch together, finally allowing my gaze to settle on him. The Alias I knew before was in front of me, a young, broken boy who merely only needed a friend or love. My love.
But the more I stare at him, the more I realise that his smile was empty, his eyes that had once been lively, fierce, resilient—now a look of craze, need, possession. The dead look in his gaze told me more than I should know, sanity hadn't been kind to him.
"I've got you now, Serenity."
His arms cage me in, settling his hands beside my head as he was severely pressed up against the door. I breathe hard, my palms sweating as I press them against his chest in a weak attempt to pull him away.
