Lovers and Killers

The cold steel of the gun pressed against Luca's chest, Mira's finger hovering over the trigger.

Sofia stood a few feet away, her own gun aimed at Mira's head.

One move. One second. And everything would end.

The Paris night was silent, save for the heavy breathing between them.

Mira's gaze flickered—not with hatred, but something far more dangerous.

Hesitation.

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The Stand-Off

Luca's voice was low, steady. "If you were going to kill me, Mira, you would have done it already."

Mira's grip tightened. "You don't know me anymore, Luca."

But I do.

Sofia's voice cut through the tension. "End this now, or I will."

Mira smirked. "You don't want to do that."

Sofia cocked her gun. "Try me."

Luca stepped between them. "Nobody is dying tonight."

Mira's eyes burned into his. "That's not your choice to make."

But then—she did something unexpected.

She dropped the gun.

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A Heart Unfinished

Luca exhaled. "Mira—"

She stepped closer, voice barely a whisper. "You don't get to say my name like that."

Her fingers brushed against his chest, tracing a path over his scars. The touch was soft, almost… longing.

Luca swallowed hard. "Then tell me why, Mira."

Her jaw clenched. "You already know why."

Revenge. Regret. Love. Hate.

It was all tangled between them, impossible to separate.

But before he could pull her closer, before he could break through the walls she had built—

She was gone.

A smoke bomb. A flash of light. And then—nothing.

Mira had disappeared into the night.

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A Deadly Realization

Sofia cursed. "You let her escape."

Luca didn't answer. His mind was spinning.

Mira could have killed him.

But she didn't.

And that meant one thing—

She wasn't done with him yet.

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Next Chapter: The Truth in Her Eyes – Luca follows the only clue Mira left behind. But is he walking into a trap… or into her arms?