Vivienne Vixen
A cold blooded psychotic assassin with a bloodthirst like no other
She does what she wants, kills who she wants and crushes anyone in her way
The only one who can tame her is her dominating boyfriend Lucian.
Lucian Ivanov
The cold hea...
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~ Now ~ { Vivienne }
"Ready?" Cleo asked as I trailed down the stairs, I nodded, hoisting Dimitri back up onto my hip "Where's Dola?" I asked "She's just saying bye to lover boy" Cleo rolled her eyes I chuckled at her "It's only one day. I'm sure the dress fitting will distract her from Alex's loving embrace" I said teasingly.
~ Vivienne's Outfit ~
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"I'm here I'm here" I heard Dola call out "About time" Rose commented I sighed, why is... this my bridal party? "Let's get going then. We're burning daylight" Cleo mumbled, opening the door.
"Someone's eager" I smirked "No. Someone's absent from the day to day of business because she has to try on a dress" she commented, waltzing out the house and putting her sunglasses on.
I did the same, before getting in the car with Dimitri and putting him in his car seat. This is going to be a long day.
{ Lucian }
"Will you stop fucking around?" I sighed. Alex hadn't stop looking at himself in the mirror since he came out in his suit, posing like he was a model or something. "What? I want to make sure I look good" he said, smoothing out the jacket.
"For what?" I grumbled "Hey... just cause I've locked Dola down doesn't mean I don't have to impress her anymore... got to keep my lady interested" he commented, I rolled my eyes.
"Fuck sake" I cursed "Just let him have his fun" Cassian mumbled, sat in the armchair next to me with a glass of whiskey "We don't have time for this, I need everyone ready. End of" I said simply.
This fucking wedding was killing me I couldn't wait to marry Viv, to finally be able to call her my wife. But the planning The suits, the venue, even the cake... it was a load of draining bullshit I'd marry her anywhere, anytime.
