Eloquent_Elvaira

Blood stains the promises made in the dark.

In a world where loyalty is bought with sacrifice, a forbidden vow binds two souls in an unbreakable pact. When a powerful family is betrayed, the price of vengeance is paid in blood. As secrets unravel and past sins resurface, one question remains-how far will they go to honor a promise written in crimson?

Love, betrayal, and fate collide in a deadly game where vows are more than just words... they are a curse.

Violet Vendetta

The room is shrouded in an unsettling silence, with thick smoke lingering in the air. Echoes of gunfire gradually fade, and blood spatters the floor. Raul and the masked woman are conspicuously absent. Frustrated, Ghost kicks over a chair.

Ghost: Find them! Search every corner of this city!

He storms out, his men dispersing to follow orders.

Flashback: Amidst the chaos, as bullets whizzed by, the masked woman cried out—a bullet had struck her leg. Quick-thinking, Raul grabbed her, and together they escaped through the window into the night.

In a dimly lit parking lot, Raul hurries to his motorcycle. The masked woman tosses him a set of keys.

Raul glances over to see a sleek black sports bike parked beside a small pink scooter.

Raul: Cute scooter. But mine's faster.

Raul mounts the sports bike but pauses.

Masked Woman: I drive. You hold on.

She revs the engine, and they speed through the streets. Raul holds on tightly as the bike swerves and accelerates.

Raul (shouting over the wind): Planning on killing me before they do?!

Masked Woman: If I wanted you dead, sweetheart, I wouldn't be sharing my bike.

As they weave through the city, onlookers notice Raul's shirtless appearance. One woman waves flirtatiously. The masked woman glares and abruptly hits the brakes, causing the bike to skid to a halt.

Masked Woman (to the onlooker): Eyes off, honey. He's taken.

She speeds off again, tossing a jacket to Raul.

Masked Woman: Enough of your runway show; cover up.

They arrive at a concealed tunnel deep within a forest.

Raul: A dark tunnel in the middle of nowhere? Great. Are you sure you're not taking me straight to hell?

Masked Woman: Actually, I'm the Grim Reaper. Welcome to the afterlife.

The tunnel leads to an impressive garage filled with luxury cars and motorcycles.

Raul: Forget hell; this is heaven!

Masked Woman: Admire later. Wolves don't wait.

A distant howl prompts Raul to quickly follow her inside.

Inside her lavish villa, she gestures upstairs.

Masked Woman: Left room's mine. Right's yours. Make yourself at home.

She begins to ascend the stairs but stumbles. Raul catches her just in time, their faces inches apart, hearts racing.

She pulls away awkwardly but trips again. Raul chuckles and lifts her into his arms.

Raul: No more toughing it out alone. I'm here now.

She blushes faintly, quickly masking her embarrassment.

In her room, Raul searches for a first aid kit.

She points to a shelf lined with expensive liquors.

Raul: Only you would use whiskey for wounds.

She gestures for him to turn around while she changes. Raul waits outside until she reappears in a silk robe. He kneels to remove the bullet from her leg. She winces.

She bites down as he extracts the bullet. He yells in pain.

Raul: Now I need first aid too! What are you—a wildcat?!

She chuckles and tends to his hand.

Later, in their separate rooms, both lie awake. Raul traces the teeth marks on his hand, smiling.

Raul (whispering): A love bite from my wildcat.

She, too, recalls his words, blushing softly. Both are lost in thoughts of each other as night envelops them.

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