Dark Romance

3rd Person POV:

BANG!!

A shot echoed in the confines of the room. A man went limp, holding his heart as the blood gushed out of his chest, making the streaks all over the floor. Another man stood there holding a gun in his left hand, tall and upright. His posture screamed pride, black jacket and black pants embracing his being and the deadly aura around him.

A black mask covered his half face, a black cap hid head, cold eyes, the only visible feature of his face, devoid of any sentiment and the shadows that draped over him were enough to hide his whole existence. Ocean blue eyes shifted from the dead man to the door.

"Chris!" The man shouted, his voice booming all over the storage house.

"Boss!" Another man entered the room, giving a slight bow towards his boss, who was now wiping his bloody hands with a towel, caring less about the dead man in front of him. Chris's eyes drifted once to the man, and then his attention was fully on Boss.

"Speak!" He shouted, he was a man of few words, but those few words were enough to send chills down the spine of the globe.

"The work is done, AK."

After receiving a curt nod from his boss, Chris scurried away to wipe the mess created by him.

Those blue eyes were focused in a distance, void of any sign of weakness, as the thought swarmed in his head.

Death is not an easy thing, but it's not too hard. If it is what needed to take away the sorrows, it should be embraced with full heart.

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Stella's POV:

Life, life is not always what you think of it. It is a piece of hot iron that marks every inch of your being. But some survive it and still manage to smile. You can count me in that list. To the world, I am the most happiest person alive, but inside, I am breaking, every single day. I am fading away.

Standing between the party, I was lost in my own world. There were so many people around me, so many faces, yet none a healer. I kept thinking about the one that will heal me one day, but all the hopes shatter in one go, when my life replayed infront of my eyes. They just write fiction in novels. In reality, there is no such thing as love. Love is an essence, an essence that doesn't exist in this cruel world.

Just a jerk was enough to break my trance. Someone held my hand, I was pulled forward, and rolled, then again pulled forward. My hands rested on a hard chest and my eyes met a pair of blue eyes. They stared at me with indecipherable expressions. I couldn't see his whole face, as it was a masquerade and he was wearing a mask that covered a huge portion of his face. Also, lights were dim, and we were standing in shadows.

Then suddenly, his hands slipped off my waist, and he was gone like a gush of the wind. I kept staring at his retreating figure, when again, he turned his head looking at me with those cold eyes. I tried my best but couldn't see his face as light just fell on his shining eyes, illuminating them even more.

A push from a waiter, and I lost the track of those blue crystals, because after muttering appologies when I turned around, he was nowhere to find.

Sighing, I followed my colleague Emma out of the ballroom. Once again, I turned back, hoping to catch another glimpse of those cold, blue eyes, but no one was there. He was strange, a mysterious kind of strange. Even though we met briefly, he had that aura around him, that screamed power.

Disappointed, I turned around and left. I must be going bonkers.

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"Here comes my ball of sunshine."

Scarlett chirped as soon as her eyes landed on me.

"Hey Scar!"

I went and hugged her. It was our usual routine, calling each other sweet names and then hugging.

"What took you long?"

She asked, not knowing that it would hit home. Even my bestfriends don't know me fully. I am a mere secret on this world.

"Traffic."

I smiled a little, keeping my reply short.

"So what's for today?"

I asked, not wanting her to dig further.

"You and Sam will take the tables, I will take the reception."

She shrugged. We switch our tasks so that no one gets bored doing the same thing. We are three buddies who work in a café, met in a café, and built our friendship in a café. Sam was a bit late today, I guess.

I high-fived her and went to do my own work. People kept coming and going. The whole day passed with me serving. It seemed like Sam wasn't in the mood to come today.

We were about to close the cafe. I turned the sign from 'open' to 'close'.

"Finally free, I am so tired today."

I stretched and yawned. As I was about to pick up my bag and coat, the door bursted open, and three males entered. I frowned as I took in their appearance. Built-up bodies, covered in Armani suits and deadly aura around them.

"Sir, we are closed for today."

The words left my mouth, and their heads snapped towards me. They all were breathtakingly handsome. But the middle one stood out from the two of them. His tall body clad in a black Armani suit, hair a bit ruffled, tie loosened, and a tattoo of snake on his collar bone, starting from his shoulder and ending somewhere on his chest, half hidden under his clothes.

His grey eyes scanned the place, and then they landed on me once again.

I cleared my throat when they didn't budge. They all looked at me with cold eyes.

"I told you we are closed for today."

The one with grey eyes raised his hand and gestured the one on his right. He was also tall, with brown hair and honey coloured eyes.

"Call your manager."

The right one said, and they all went to sit on the table.

What the?!

"What happened?"

The manager, Mr. Williams came rushing in, probably hearing our voices.

"Mr. Romano."

Mr. Williams acknowledged Mr. Grey eyes, to which he gave a curt nod.

"Why are you standing here, Stella? Go serve them."

He shooed me away, and I looked at him in confusion and frustration. But as it was an order from my boss,  I went to take my pen and notebook.

"What would you like to have, sir?"

"Grilled sandwich."

The hottest one, Mr. Romano said. For the first time, I heard his voice and it was so attractive, rich, deep, and enticing.

"What about you two?"

I asked the other two. They ordered the same. I scurried away to get the sandwiches for them.

I gave their orders to our cook, Adrian. He is a young and handsome cook, but not as handsome as Mr. Romano. He prepared their sandwiches and I took it to them.

"Here, sir."

As I placed their orders, I felt certain grey eyes on me. My eyes drifted towards him as I backed away, and he was actually looking at me.

Clearing my throat, I walked away to Scarlett.

"They are creepy."

Bending a little over the desk, I whispered to her, glancing back at them.

"I am feeling the same," She replied.

"I am running home," I said, still looking at them. Mr. Romano's eyes flicked to me, and the coldness in them took me aback.

I stood straight and rushed into the room, I picked up my bag and coat and, with fastened steps, left the cafe.

"I am leaving Mr. Williams."

I whispered to him as I walked past them. It is our duty to inform him before leaving, and if we don't then all the shit hit the fan.

I took a deep breath as I exited the cafe. They were creepy and....hot! I stood there waiting for a cab. Nothing seemed to be working, I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, and here I can't even see a single cab.

I sighed and looked at my watch. I was taping my foot on the road, when the cafe's door opened and three of them stepped out. Mr. Romano's eyes instantly snapped to me, but I averted my gaze.

They walked past me, and I tried my best to ignore them. The other two sat in limo and drove away. While, Mr. Romano sat in a BMW. The car drove past me, and for a moment, my eyes connected with those magical grey ones again. But it was just for a heartbeat, then he vanished into a thin air.

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Until then......