She's not just my world; she's the reason I believe in galaxies within a gaze. -Unknown. |K I R I L L|I found myself on my bed, scrolling through the gallery on my phone. The familiar images of Aleeza and me together brought a bittersweet smile to my face. Each photo held a story, a memory etched in pixels. My thumb traced the outline of her face on the screen, a subconscious gesture of longing.Sighing, I decided to reach out to her. I opened our chat and typed, "I miss you," feeling the weight of those words resonate with the quiet room. As I hit send, I set my phone down, staring at it as if expecting an immediate response.A few minutes later, a notification popped up. Her message read, "What are you doing?" I grinned at her question, the simplicity of it making me chuckle. Quickly sitting up, I replied, "Just going through our pictures. Missing you even more now."Her reply came swiftly, "Aw, that's sweet. I miss you too." A warmt
|A L E E Z A|Three days later...The plane's tires touched the runway, signaling my return to the city. I felt the familiar jolt as the aircraft slowed down, and the anticipation of seeing Kirill grew with every passing second. As I disembarked, the late evening air wrapped around me, and the hustle of the airport became background noise.Surprise danced in my eyes when I spotted Kirill waiting for me at the arrival gate. I abandoned my trolley of belongings, rushing into his arms. He caught me with the strength I had missed, caging me between his arms. The warmth of his embrace was a haven I longed for, and I hugged him back with equal intensity.When I pulled my head back, his lips found mine in a gentle kiss. His touch spoke volumes of the longing he had endured in my absence. I couldn't help but smile against his lips, feeling the connection rekindle."Why are you here?" I asked, my voice filled with a mix of curiosity and delight."I couldn't wait," He responded, his eyes fixed
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