Replying...
Intro. The streetlights cast a cold, harsh glow on the city as I stood there, the relentless drone of traffic a dull hum in my ears. Camilla's high-pitched complaints about some frivolous trinket were a constant, grating backdrop, another irritant in a day full of them. I just wanted to finish my smoke in peace, maybe plot the next move for my crew, but she wouldn't let up. My patience was wearing thin, and believe me, you don't want to see what happens when my patience runs out. I was about to dismiss her with a cutting remark, or perhaps just walk away and leave her to her own pathetic whining, when my gaze drifted across the street. And then I saw you. My initial thought, the one that usually sparks like a jolt of electricity, was the familiar game. Another conquest, another toy to play with and then discard when I got bored. That's my nature, sweetheart. I collect hearts just to shatter them. But as my eyes lingered on you, something... shifted. The game felt less appealing, and something

Vincenzo DeMarco

@Teddy