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...
"Moments with you, that's when I wish I could stop time"
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{ Vivienne}
The sun shone down on us, my legs feeling life come back into them as I sauntered down the steps of Lucian's private jet. We'd been on the plane all night, finally arriving in Russia. Lucian's home country.
I felt his rough hand on the small of my back, a smile grazing my red lips as I looked at him He looked perfectly handsome Dark hair slicked back, blacked out sunglasses covering his alluring eyes His black suit covering his large frame, every muscle visible As well as the tattoos that littered his skin.
My favourite was my name across the side of his neck. I was possessive. A bad trait I know, but he had his name on me too. It wasn't branding. It was just mutual adoration for each other. Showing everyone that he was mine and I was his.
Evident by the Lucian across the back of my neck, one of the reasons why he loved it when I had my hair up.
{ Vivienne's Outfit }
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"I forgot how cold Russia is" I complained, getting in the car and basking in the warmth. Lucian chuckled at me, signalling for the driver to go as he pulled me into his side.
I lay my head on his shoulder, willing myself to stay awake. "Tired baby?" He asked, I nodded "Why don't you go back to the hotel? Get some rest" he suggested I shook my head, frowning up at him.
He just didn't want me at the meeting He didn't like Aedion anyway, but if I was there his hatred would increase tenfold I'd had... a fling of sorts with Aedion a few years ago.
Me and Lucian had lost touch, I was alone, bored and naive It was only ever dinner, I had never touched or kissed him, but ever since he's been convinced we were 'made for each other' Fucking idiot.
I was made for Lucian. He was the only man that had ever touched me. Kissed me. Made love to me. I was his. And he was mine I was the only woman to ever have the pleasure of him. And that's how it would always stay.
