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August 21 - August 21, 2025
For the ones who lost themselves trying to please everyone. You can still be anything you want to be.
“Not all cages are built with bars.”
“Would you like to run away, just for tonight, then?”
“What are you asking me, Nico?”
“Would you like to dance?”
“I think the dance floor is full.”
“So it is.”
Shut it down.
“How about now?”
His grip tightened, stealing a gasp from my chest. “Not anymore, princess. I’m your daddy now.”
“We might have been rivals in our past, but we are together now. You are mine, and as long as you are bound to me, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
“Let go of my wife, or you will die tonight.”
“Anyone who puts a gun to my girl’s head will lose their hand.”
I’d only had one experience with Vex Veritas in my lifetime, seven years ago
Apparently, the alcohol lowers the inhibition to lie, but if one does manage to tell a falsehood, the drink makes you violently sick.
“Take a sip.”
“Let’s start with something easy,”
“Did you like what you saw?”
“Do be more specific,...
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“When you were staring at me a few minutes ago. Do you fi...
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“I wasn’t star...
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My stomach gurgled, and I stopped short. Damn him to the void. There was no way I’d admit m...
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“You have a face that looks constantly pissed off, making you fundamentally unapproachable, and it’s highly arousing to me. When you sat at the bar and Dom didn’t serve you, I thought you might’ve burned down my pub with your glare. The only thing more beautiful than your smile is that look. The one you’re giving me. Right now.”
“I like how your hair curls more when it’s damp outside. I like how your hips look in a silk dress. I particularly like the way you say my name when you’re frustrated, as it gives me a hint of how you’d say it in my bed.”
“That’s right. Keep practicing.”
“I don’t know what’s sadder, Milla. That you truly believe that”—he
he leaned forward, bracing his arms on top of the table as if to scrutinize me—“or that you don’t have anyone to show you just how much better you deserve.”
“As for comparing me to them, how fucking dare you. Because I wanted you the second you rolled your eyes at me in my pub, and you didn’t offer me a thing then.”
“I will keep you safe. As long as you are within these walls, nothing will touch you again.”
“I see you, Milla. I see all of you. The good, the better, and the best because there is no bad in you. You are enough. Stop letting those Marcheses make you think you need to do something to earn their approval. There is a house full of Attanos who think you’re wonderful, just the way you are.”
“Wear your black tweed with the silver pocket square. It matches your stupid eyes.”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me,”
“You’ve got to love me tonight.”
“I would do it all again,” he said in the absence of my denial. “I would run through fire and burn for you. I would lose arm and leg and limb. I’d do it all over, knowing what would happen to me, if it meant eventually having you as I do now. Milla, I don’t regret anything about you but this,” he spoke in a strained voice, as if holding back a river of temptation, “that now that I finally have you, I must give you up.”
“Fuck it. I’ve fallen hard for you Camilla Mercy Marchese-Attano. I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me or anyone else you have my name and my heart and the rest of my life. You are mine, and I am wholly and irrevocably yours.”
