Lysander
The woman standing in front of me looks stunning tonight. I was particular when I picked out this outfit for her. I knew that it would bring out the part of her she had been hiding away.
I did have my doubts this morning that she would wear the dress because, being the ruthless being I can be, I attached conditions to it. When I saw her on the balcony look beautiful even in that hideous dress, I knew one way or another I wasn’t going to give up on her. Rose will be mine; Benson had her, and now he should be ready to lose her.
“Yours? You weren’t joking in the note,” she asks with a nervous, cute laugh.
“Doctors don’t joke around sweetheart, because that can cost someone’s life,” I say, being serious.
“Can we discuss this better?” she asks, moving closer to me. I smirk; she do
