There is love that everyone dreams of, even betrayal
We fall into extreme stories
by wearing the most expensive costumes, and pretending to act elegant.
"No," he moaned softly. "This is not possible."
In the middle of the dark, almost empty room, Victor curled up to tremble like a puppy who was ready to whine after the tip of his employer's shoes sank into his side. The humid odor that attacks his smell makes his consciousness more agitated. Drop by drop of sweat fell from his forehead, in rhythm with thick red blood dripping from his clawed fingertips.
His yellowish eyes roamed the entire room wildly. Only a few inches from where he lived, a pile of lifeless flesh with a knife stuck in the chest looked at him blankly. A silent scream could almost be heard from the girl's open mouth. The red puddle that was the same color as Victor's palm colored the last beautiful satin gown worn by the beautiful young girl.
The sound of sirens from afar increasingly confused the common sense that remained in the young man's head. He thought, if he did not run away immediately from this unfortunate situation, his life would definitely be over.
He must immediately set foot from here.
There is love that everyone dreams of, even betrayal.
Everything is in three, four short minutes
"You really want that girl, don't you?"
"No," Victor shook his head vigorously. His hands closed his ears so that he could chase away the sound. This was not the time for this figure to appear now; not after Victor had decided to settle peacefully in this place.
"What a delicate gem, suitable for illuminating your rotten heart."
Victor roared again. His voice was only reflected by the four sides of the walls of his empty room, and in his despair he added red scratch marks on his handsome face. The yellow eyes only grinned mockingly.
'You know what you have to do, right? Obey me, and it will be yours. '
The shiny handle felt cold in his grasp.
My show, my
opera Sing operas, dance operas
"Who is that young woman?"
His friend just snorted underestimated at the whispered question that came out of Victor's lips. How not, all the men in this city, regardless of status and age, it is impossible not to be captivated by the charm of a red satin dressed beauty who acted like a queen on stage. His voice, curves, and grace always succeed in hypnotizing anyone who wishes to pay attention; if the world where he goes hand in hand with the fairytale world he always plays every night, all men will fight for the sake of holding his hands as white as milk. Without realizing it, Victor's heart was pounding like an innocent boy who just knew love.
"That woman? Her name is Griselle, the only prima donna matchless on this city stage. "
A pair of blue eyes stared at the delicate figure that waved in front of him without blinking. He was increasingly engrossed in a small mirage in his mind.
"Give up," the friend patted Victor's shoulder softly. "All the men who approached him, he always refused. Why are you so sure you can edit it? "
Victor just smiled wryly while clearing his throat softly.
