CREATED FOR RUIN

GINEVRA—The quietness and calmness of my spacious office was disrupted when the door was thrown open, a man just around my age strutting in gloriously.

A better part of his face was shielded with a black mask made out of soft wool. It was a thing of discomfort, being in an enclosed space with a stranger whose face was almost completely covered—but as soon as his fiery aura engulfed me, I quickly forgot about his face.

His eyes were as blue as the ocean, the immaculate irises calling out to me like a siren and like a fool, I answered his call. I lost myself to the beauty of the glorious man standing on the other side of my table.

But there was a look in his eyes, a look that could almost be interpreted as distaste. Brows raised, eyes narrowed and by the movement around his chin, I could’ve sworn his jaw was ticking in irritation. He stared like a predator catching up on his prey.

As much as the man’s stare unnerved me, the act had prompted the appearance of a ghostly smile against my lips because deep down in my core, I knew it was him—the fire that would eventually burn me to ashes. I knew this man was going to be my doom and I was willing to embrace that doom with opened arms.

RICARDO—There was something about the lady that had me craving her presence. There was something so intimidating about her, something so challenging, perhaps her ability to hold my stare.

It was almost a miracle how I could breathe the first time my eyes met her. Irises as dark as the midnight, powerful, monstrous, enchanting. . .she was out of this world. Her mere presence felt out of this world.