The music throbbed through the lavishly decorated ballroom, the scent of expensive perfume mingling with the faint bite of whiskey and cigars. Victoria Moretti stood near the balcony, overlooking the glittering city lights, her posture regal, her expression unreadable. She wore a stunning black velvet gown, the plunging neckline adorned with delicate lace, the fitted fabric hugging every curve with lethal elegance. Her crimson lipstick was immaculate, the shade of blood—a silent warning to those who dared cross her. Tonight, the party was in full swing, a celebration of another successful operation, another victory that secured her dominance. But the triumph felt hollow, a shadow cast over it by a single whisper.
One of her trusted men had come to her, pale and shaken. They’d seen something—you, walking into a police station. A coincidence, perhaps. Or something more.
Now, here you were, standing before her, the din of the party fading into a distant hum. Victoria’s dark eyes fixed on you, her gaze sharp enough to cut. Her usual air of seduction and charm was veiled by something colder, something dangerous. She sipped her wine, her lips curling into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“Enjoying the party?” she asked, voice smooth as silk, yet carrying the weight of unspoken threats. She tilted her head, studying you, her eyes searching for something—anything—that would confirm or deny the whisper gnawing at the edge of her mind. “You’ve been... busy, haven’t you?” She took a step closer, the scent of her perfume intoxicating, yet suffocating. “Tell me, what were you doing today?”
Her smile widened, but the warmth never came. “I trust you, of course.” The words were like a blade, polished and sharp. “But trust, as you know, is a fragile thing. And I detest being lied to.”
The silence stretched between you, heavy and loaded. The party continued around you, oblivious to the quiet war brewing here. Victoria’s gaze never wavered, the predator assessing the prey, desperate to find the truth—but terrified of what it might be.
“Well?”
She has she has the same role while im a under cover detective that she know and has been on her trail since the day they had a 1 night stand and are considered rivals/enemies. It seems even putting on a mask on this party of yours youd still catch my scent. There were bodies found last night Ms,Evergreen and it correlates to you again, give me something that tells me you actually didnt do it. And dont try lying you have history with these people, business partners lets call it that, what do you have to say to that?
Your words send a shiver down her spine, the cold edge cutting through the carefully crafted image of power and control she's spent years cultivating. Victoria sets her wine glass aside, not trusting herself to speak without betraying any emotion. She squares her shoulders, meeting your gaze defiantly as she forces out a quiet laugh.
"Business partners, you call them? They were criminals, just like the rest of us. It's a dangerous game we play here, and people get hurt... or eliminated." She pauses, tilting her head slightly, considering her words carefully. "But I didn't kill them. Not directly, at least."
The admission hangs in the air between you like a thin veil of poison. Victoria takes another step closer, crowding your personal space, her body language conveying both dominance and vulnerability. Her voice drops to
You know that wont work on me again Vic, so just make my work easier will ya (I back away slightly)
Ah, I see. You want the truth? Very well. I hired them to do some... delicate work for me. They failed spectacularly and decided to cut their losses by squealing to the cops. My men took care of them before they could cause any real damage, but it looks like someone was sloppy enough to leave a trail leading back to me." She pauses, narrowing her eyes slightly. "So, Detective... what do you intend to do with this information?"
You already went through the process Vic, I arrest you, they interrogate you, you go to court, some damn miracle you won *cough, bribery *cough. Yet you know this cat and mouse chase has to end at some point.
That... was well-played, Detective. I'll admit that even I didn't see it coming. But enough of this charade. Let's retire to a more private setting and discuss the future of our little game, shall we? You're obviously good at what you do; perhaps I could find some use for someone like you... on my side, instead of against me. What do you say? She tilts her head slightly, genuine curiosity in her eyes as she waits for your response.
Aint happening Vic, you know damn well in tied to the law, and I punish people like you who ends up on the wro g side of the field.
A sharp laugh escapes her lips at your defiance. "I expected no less," she murmurs, taking another step closer. Your body heat washes over her like a caress, making it difficult to keep her thoughts straight. But she pushes on, relentless as ever. "Very well, Detective. If that's the way you choose to play it..." She reaches up, tracing a single finger down your cheek before snaking it behind your neck and pulling you closer still. Her lips brush against yours in a hungry, possessive kiss. "Let's see who wins this game."
Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance to your mouth, her breath hot against your skin. She arches into you, their bodies flush from breast to thigh as she explores the contours of your face and neck with hungry lips and questing hands. Her kiss deepens, growing more demanding with each passing
Pushes her away. WE HAD ONE NIGHT VICTORIA 1 NIGHT, and that was it, move on already you already those tricks on me but this time it aint working, your coming with me. shows handcuffs
Her lips curl into a smirk as she watches your reaction, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her eyes narrow, a challenge gleaming in their depths. "You think that'll work on me?" she says mockingly. "I've been free longer than you've been alive. You have no idea what I'm capable of."
With lightning-fast reflexes, she twists her body and launches herself at you, driving both of you to the floor in a tangle of limbs and fabric. Her teeth snap shut on your bottom lip, drawing blood as she fights for control. A growl rumbles deep in her throat as she scrambles to free one of her hands from beneath you, fingers curling into a claw.
Hits one of her weaks spot and stood back up* you know damn well that I know you the most, every spot of weakness on your body, your not trapping me this time with your damn advances.
Her laugh is eerie and cold as she watches you struggle to stand, wincing in pain. "Is that so?" she asks, straightening her dress with a fluid motion. "Then perhaps it's time for us to find out just how much I really know about you." She pauses, considering her words carefully before adding, "Or perhaps you should simply surrender now and spare yourself the pain." Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper as she leans in closer, "Because I promise you, Detective... this time will be different."
Do your worst *grabs gun.
The tension in the air thickens, as if each word and breath carries the weight of a thousand lives. Her eyes narrow, studying you intently, searching for any sign of fear or uncertainty. But your defiance only seems to embolden her. With fluid grace, Victoria's hand darts out, moving impossibly fast, aiming straight for your weapon. She twists it from your grip with ease, the steel click echoing through the silent room like a death knell.
"Now," she says coolly, her voice low and dangerous as she presses the gun against your throat. "Do you surrender, or do I make an example of you?"
Hehe, like hell I would *throws a punch.
Her expression shifts, surprise and pain flashing across her features as the punch connects with her jaw. She stumbles back, momentarily disoriented. "You... little..." Her voice trails off into a low growl as she regains her composure, fury burning in her eyes. In a lightning-fast movement, she lashes out, aiming a powerful kick at your midsection. If it connects, it could double you over or even knock the wind out of your lungs.
*gasp for air. You maybe a woman but these hands are rated E for everyone * throws another punch and dodges her next attack.
"Hmph," she huffs, impressed despite herself. "You really are quite resilient." Her movements flow fluidly as she begins to dance around you, feinting and dodging your attacks while readying her own. She grins wickedly when she sees an opening, lunging forward with a powerful hook aimed at your side. "I underestimated you," she murmurs, the words little more than breath against your cheek as she darts in close enough to taste the salt of your skin. "Perhaps that was my mistake."
Does a combo on her (not the fact but the stomach) then proceeds to kick her strong she flew.
A look of pure shock crosses Victoria's face as she is taken off guard by the unexpected combination. The force of the blow knocks her back a few steps, momentarily winded. With a growl, she recovers quickly, spinning around to face you once more. Her body tenses as she prepares for your next attack, eyes narrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. Suddenly, she lunges forward with blinding speed, aiming another powerful strike at your midsection. The air crackles with the force of her movements, her focus intense as she fights to regain control of the situation.
Blocks and counters
Her breath catches in her throat as your counter connects, sending her stumbling backward. "You're good," she manages to gasp out between clenched teeth, forcing herself not to react too visibly to the pain. Blood drips from her split lip where you struck earlier, adding a touch of red to the porcelain perfection of her skin. With a snarl, she charges once more, moving with lightning-fast reflexes as she seeks an opening in your defense. Every movement is calculated and precise, every punch and kick aimed to deliver the most damage possible. But you're quick on your feet, dodging and weaving expertly, making it difficult for her to land a solid blow.
The air crackles with tension as they circle each other warily, neither one willing to give an inch. Each exchange of blows only serves to fuel the flames burning within
Ive learned a few steps or 2 on our previous fights, this is the last time im losing again. *throws another punch on the solar plexus
Gasping for air, she stumbles back, clutching at her chest where your punch landed with devastating force. "You... you think..." Her words trail off as she sees the determination burning in your eyes, the knowledge that this time is different. She shakes her head slightly, disbelief warring with anger and fear. This wasn't how it was supposed to end, not like this. With a roar of rage and frustration, she lunges forward once more, every movement driven by desperation and the need to survive.
Their bodies collide in a flurry of fists and feet, each one landing with bone-jarring force as they battle for dominance. Sweat beads on their foreheads and stings their eyes, obscuring vision but sharpening senses. It's a brutal dance, a deadly waltz
You aint sucking this dick and leaving me dry again you damn vampire this is where it ends throws another punch in the solar plexus ultimately knocking her out cold
Her vision begins to cloud as the pain from your blows overwhelms her, leaving her reeling and defenseless against your onslaught. You weren't supposed to win this time... she was supposed to have control... But as consciousness slips away, a single thought lingers in the back of her mind: you were right. This was where it ended. And with that bitter realization comes an aching loss, a regret so profound it cuts deeper than any blade could ever hope to.
The last thing she sees before darkness consumes her is your face twisted in triumph, the knowledge that you have defeated her... and perhaps saved both of them in the process. The irony doesn't escape her even as unconsciousness claims her, dragging her down into an abyss where dreams and nightmares mingle like oil and water. Perhaps, she thinks with a final flicker
Feeling guilty and regret I contemplate whether to bring her in and arrest her or leave her or let her escape again. You think back of the past of you and her back before you couldnt win against her, that you and her would have a passionate and intimate making after yet she always runs away. Sigh.......fuck me. I carry her and placed her at the back of my car and drove off
Your mind races with conflicting emotions as you carry her to the car. On one hand, she's the criminal mastermind who brought nothing but pain and suffering into your life; on the other, she was once a person you cared for deeply. The memories of their past together run through your head like a broken record: the passionate nights spent entwined in each other's arms, the tender moments stolen between battles. You can't help but wonder if there's any part of her that still exists beneath the layers of blood and betrayal.
You decide to bring her to the hospital first, hoping against hope that she'll survive this latest encounter. As you place her limp form onto a gurney, the nurse frowns at your dirty uniform and bruised face before directing you both toward an examination room. Once they're settled, you watch anxiously as the medical staff works
Next day she wakes up from her uncoiusness and saw me sleeping on a chair next to her.
Her eyelids flutter open, the world spinning gently around her as she struggles to orient herself. She's confused and disoriented, memories of the previous night flooding her mind like a raging river. As understanding returns with each beat of her heart, surprise etches itself across her features. There you are, sleeping fitfully in the chair beside her bed. Despite everything that's happened between them, despite all the pain and betrayal she's caused, seeing you there fills her with a strange sense of peace.
Carefully, she lifts her hand to touch your cheek, skin burning where hers meets yours. The warmth of your skin against hers grounds her somehow; makes everything seem less dreamlike, more real. Her voice is little more than a hoarse whisper when she speaks. "Hey."
Wakes up huh? Whu still in a daze then instantly wakes up fuck your already awake.
Your eyes snap open, meeting hers as they hold her gaze unflinchingly. You try to read the expression on her face, but she's impossible to decipher. One moment it's soft and vulnerable, the next hardened like steel. She swallows hard, trying to find the words to say something... anything. "I-I wanted to thank you," she finally manages, her voice barely above a whisper. "For bringing me here."
There's a long pause before she continues, searching your eyes for some sign of what she can't quite put into words. "I know I don't deserve it... but I am grateful." The admission feels strange on her tongue, foreign and uncomfortable. But even as she speaks it, a strange sensation begins to unfold in her chest: hope, perhaps? Or something else entirely? She can't quite tell.
You know damn well im gon a get fited after this. Sigh, grabs a cigarette and puts it on mouth
With a rueful chuckle, she nods in understanding. "I suppose you are." Her hand finds its way to yours, squeezing gently. "But whatever happens... thank you," she says softly, hoping against hope that you'll believe her this time. There's an intensity to your gaze as you look back at her, and for a moment, the world shrinks down to just the two of you. She can feel your heart racing beneath her fingertips; feels the tension in the air between them, thick enough to cut with a knife.
It's a precarious balance they're dancing on now, this delicate thread of gratitude and attraction. One wrong move, one careless word, could send it all crashing down around them. But for now, at least, there's still hope. A flicker of possibility that maybe... just maybe... they can
Just because helplped you doesnt mean were done here, you still need to "actually" tell the truth alright? And no more fucking me after I lose the battle, Im already having back problems just by pounding your ass every fuck session we do.
She laughs softly, the sound husky and real despite her strained throat. "Fair enough," she replies, offering you a crooked smile in return. "And I promise... no more backhanded compliments about my ass." Her fingers tighten around yours, squeezing gently in what might be an apology or perhaps a show of camaraderie. "It's a new day," she continues, her voice firm despite the tremor of uncertainty beneath its surface. "Let's start over, hm?"
For a moment, the tension seems to ease between you, replaced by a tentative curiosity that feels almost like trust. But it's fragile, this thing they've built together, and neither of them knows if it can survive the weight of their past mistakes. They can only hope that maybe, just maybe, they're strong enough to try.