*Lucia*
I've always known that Bruno is a merciless, cold, and heartless man. But I had never thought I'd witness his brutality. How could he have killed that man so ruthlessly? And now his filthy bloody hands were all over me. I knew the man deserved it for all he had done to me, but a part of me still wished he had not died just like that.
"Bruno, let me go!" I demanded as we got to the room I had been in earlier. My voice echoed through the dimly lit room as I yelled at him in anger and frustration.
He was an enigma, a cold-hearted man dressed in a black tailored shirt with a few buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up. He dropped me onto the bed, and I gazed into his dark, cold eyes, which were slightly masked by the shadows. "Silly girl," he replied, a smirk pulling at the corners
