LIACH – TWO YEARS AGO~~
Liach POV
The first time I tried to kill Sinveer De Luna, it was supposed to be art.
A clean slit across the throat. Silent. Beautiful. A masterpiece of control. Instead, I left him bleeding and breathing. "Disgraceful."
I still remember the warmth of his blood splashing my cheek, the thrill of watching his pupils dilate as he realized what I was—who I was. The look in his eyes wasn't fear, though. It was rage. Pure and primal. "it was Delicious."
"But it turns out to be an epic failure"
who go calling their killer Feisty Little thing."
If only his fucking dick wasn't press on me.
I won't have fluttered.
it would have been a smooth kill
" His a creep. who gets hard while fighting for their life."
Dad will be mad.
That night, the rain soaked my clothes and I disappeared into the alley, wounded pride in my chest, the scent of his cologne in my lungs, and the cut on my side burning like shame.
PRESENT DAY – GRADUATION DAY~
I smile like a good little girl. Soft. Sweet. Untouchable.
Everyone around me claps. Professors shake my hand, eyes full of admiration. If only they knew I fantasized about slicing open their throats mid-sentence just to watch them gurgle on their own mediocrity.
"Congratulations, Miss Cisco. Summa cum laude."
Of course I am. I've spent the last two years pretending to be perfect. Perfect daughter. Perfect student. Perfect ghost.
My father, Gabriel Cisco, watches from the crowd with his dead shark eyes. He doesn't clap. Just nods. He knows this charade is over. I've graduated. It's time to get dirty again.
Time to finish what I started.
"LIACH! what do you say about clubbing tonight?"
" Yeah, I love that idea. Liach why don't we go, hmm. Maya is right."
"There will be hot guys, drinks, drugs and sex."
" Hilda!"
Maya and Hilda are my college friends.
Maya-- shy, smart and sexy.
Hilda on the other hand. very social. love sex and money.
She's the crazy one.
"Liach, what do you say? You going right?"
"Ah_ Yes I'm going."
" You made the right choice. since you are going abroad after today. let's spend it together."
Not abroad.
To my real life.
Removing my father's problems
I think I should just humour them. since this is the last time we will see again.
Later that night, the club lights are seizure-inducing and the bass makes my bones hum.
I hate these places—sticky floors, desperation disguised as fun—but my friends insisted we celebrate. They think I'm too introverted. Shy. Book-smart. They don't know the girl beside them killed a man at seventeen just to hear the crunch of his windpipe.
I excuse myself from the table, slipping toward the VIP section out of boredom… and fate fucks me.
"He's here."
"Sinveer De Luna."
"Alive. Arrogant. Sin made flesh."
He's lounging in velvet shadows, a drink in one hand, some faceless girl whispering in his ear. His dark suit molds to his body like sin. He doesn't see me. Yet.
But I feel it—the shift in air, the pulse between us.
My fingers twitch. My pulse accelerates. I taste copper on my tongue like memory.
His blood.
I stare too long.
He turns.
Our eyes lock.
It's a heartbeat. A war drum. A razor across skin.
And then… he tilts his head. Confused. Curious. Not recognizing me. Not really. But there's something in his eyes—recognition at the level of instinct.
The scent. He smelled me that night, and I know scents burn deeper than faces.
I turn and vanish into the crowd before he can rise.
Not yet.
The game has just resumed.
Later that night
The phone buzzes on my nightstand as I towel off from a shower. Gabriel's name flashes across the screen. I answer without speaking.
"You saw him?" he asks.
"I did."
"And?"
"He's still breathing."
A pause. Then "You get one more shot, Liach. This time, from inside."
"I already have a plan."
"Don't fail me again."
He hangs up.
I look into the mirror. My reflection stares back—dripping wet, calm, dangerous.
Inside. Close to Him.
I'll be the last thing Sinveer De Luna ever sees.
Or the first thing he learns to crave.