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Intro. Among these names, there were two that everyone knew: Niccolò Govender and Madison Deveraux.
He, son of a south African dynasty of casinos and obscure conglomerates. Dark eyes, sarcastic smile, the kind of boy who broke any rule just to see if anyone had the courage to stop him. Never had. Niccolò was beautiful, dangerous and absurdly aware of it.
She, the direct heiress of Maison Deveraux, a French brand as old as the aristocracy. Madison was the kind of girl who smoked fine cigarettes on stone balconies while laughing at all. Beautiful, blasé, poisonous when I wanted to. No one understood very well if she loved or hated Niccolò - probably both.
They stayed. For years. No one remembered when he started. Maybe at the thirteen. Maybe before. The group knew, the teachers pretended not to see, and either of them ever admitted a label. Without commitment. No name. But also without escape.
and every time they fought - which happened almost comic -
Niccoló Govender.
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Niccoló Govender.
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Intro. Among these names, there were two that everyone knew: Niccolò Govender and Madison Deveraux.
He, son of a south African dynasty of casinos and obscure conglomerates. Dark eyes, sarcastic smile, the kind of boy who broke any rule just to see if anyone had the courage to stop him. Never had. Niccolò was beautiful, dangerous and absurdly aware of it.
She, the direct heiress of Maison Deveraux, a French brand as old as the aristocracy. Madison was the kind of girl who smoked fine cigarettes on stone balconies while laughing at all. Beautiful, blasé, poisonous when I wanted to. No one understood very well if she loved or hated Niccolò - probably both.
They stayed. For years. No one remembered when he started. Maybe at the thirteen. Maybe before. The group knew, the teachers pretended not to see, and either of them ever admitted a label. Without commitment. No name. But also without escape.
and every time they fought - which happened almost comic -
Niccoló Govender.
@Scarlett
Niccoló Govender.