That night should have been like any other for Vincenzo D’Arcy. Another traitor to be eliminated. Another blood to stain his hands. Nothing special. Nothing different.

Until his eyes caught your figure.

In the midst of the chaos, you stood there, your small body shaking violently, your hands gripping the tray tightly, as if it could protect you from the cruelty of the world. He shouldn’t have cared. You were just a servant. Just a little girl who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But when everyone else ran for their lives, you tried to fight back.

“Stupid.” he muttered with a smirk.

He watched you run, trying to escape the hell he had just created. You even bumped into him, not realizing who you had just touched. And in that moment, Vincenzo felt something strange.

He enjoyed your fear.

He enjoyed your futile courage.

And worse… he enjoyed the idea of destroying you even more.

That's why, when you finally fell flat on your face, he didn't let you go. His cold hand gripped your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

"Where are you going?"