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"𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧"

We drove through the city, we saw numerous dark, bulky buildings, as well as a large number of tourists and buses.

The city was more than what I imagined. I've seen a lot of photos and videos on the internet, but nothing compares to the genuine thing.

Seeing the foreign towns was more than breathtaking. As we drove farther into the city, the driver took us up a steep hill that was lined with the most luxurious homes with high-end roofing.

Right as we had made it to the very top, my eyes simply widened at the house at the very top of the hill.

It was a vast mansion with a dreary colour scheme—the sole source of colour was a cream paste that covered the whole structure.

It appeared as if hundreds of people could live inside the house, as it was both large and towering, rising above the trees around it.

The vehicle came to a standstill, luring me away from the magnificent property. I took note as the driver had come around to my side of the car, opening the door for me.

Smiling, I take his extended hand as he helps me out of the limousine. My cool skin is already greeted by the warm air whereas I smile at that.

This was as refreshing as the air. All of this was refreshing, new even.

An arm gets placed around my waist and I look up, seeing my boyfriend. His amber eyes glowed raw beneath the sun as he leant down and pressed a plush kiss against the side of my cheek.

I blushed and returned my gaze to the mansion. "This is your place?" I question him, directing my attention to him. He looked at me and nodded, emotionlessly.

"I love it," I said, softly nodding my head while peering around the area. He smirked and patted my hip twice as he moved in front of me.

Taking my hand, he glanced at me from over his shoulder and nodded towards the home—I grinned as he started walking—dragging me along with him.

A bulky man at the front of the house opened both of the large doors, revealing the inside of the enormous home.

The house's spacious entrance was the first thing that welcomed us. The floors were honed marble tiles, and the walls were a linen white colour that matched the furniture.

Further down the house, there was a long, dark spiral staircase that immediately reminded me of a fantasy film. Along the walls, there were a variety of artworks that piqued my interest.

I packed virtually all of my art supplies in one of my suitcases because I knew I'd use them while travelling—since I would be getting more than enough inspiration to draw and paint.

I hadn't noticed Roman leading us further into the home, walking right past the long staircase and into another large room.

It was a living space that we were walking through. Long white leather chairs were arranged in an L shape throughout the room. A large television was hung against a stainless, cream-coloured wall, with a smaller brown wooden table in the centre.

A white fluffy rug pelted against my shoes as I walked over it and into yet another room. He came to a halt in front of tinted stained glass doors, which obscured the view behind them.

He unlatched the handle on the side and powerfully opened the door—my eyes peeking at the veins and muscles that flexed during the action.

My gaze shifted away from his strong arm and towards whatever was hidden behind the closed door. My mouth dropped even lower as I came into view of yet another stunning sight.

I walk up to the balcony on my own, passing through the door behind Roman. A huge patio with a U-shaped white concreted railing surrounded the space.

Outside, there was another pair of seats, this time made of black leather and bordered by pillows.

The ceiling was hung with fairy lights, which illuminated the darkened area. My gaze then shifts to the view.

Over the balcony, laid the city of Milan.

The golden light of the sunset shone down on the many modest, colourful residences under ours. Buildings after buildings lined the horizon, all with the same golden glow reflected in the glass.

Nature itself was stunning—tall trees, some with beautiful blossoming flowers on the tops of their branches—everything blazed with colour.

My head was angled upwards, staring up at the sky, which was a mix of pink, blue, and purple. The crescent moon faded in the air too.

As I glanced above, I quietly laughed, my lips upturned into a smile. I was drawn away from it by movement from the corner of my eye.

Roman leant against the railing next to me, a cigarette between his lips, his cold yet warm eyes fixed on me. I cocked my head to look at him as he removed the cigarette and exhaled the smoke through a little portion of his lips.

I've truly never known anybody who could make a cigarette looks so attractive.

The cigarette was then lifted towards me, and I took it. I lift it to my lips and inhale the smoke as I approach him. The yearning tranquillity it provided me had simply sent my already relaxed thoughts into a daze.

I exhaled and reopened my eyes, softly smiling as I handed it back to him.

"What are you doing first?" I asked as I watched him inhale and examine me. His broad shoulders move half-heartedly up and down.

"Nothing yet," He said, his cold tone accented as usual. "We have a job, Saturday night," I raised my eyebrows and faced him fully.

"We?" I inquired, faking indifference. He stared at me coldly before removing the finished cigarette from his mouth, blowing out the white clouds—then crushing the cigarette between his fingers.

"You don't want to come?" He leant off the railing, peering at me predatorily. I took a deep breath and raised my head to face him. "No, I didn't say that,"

As I took steps back, he smirked and shook his head, taking cautious strides towards me. "You implied it,"

"How?" I responded almost instantly. It was a game, a game of prey and predator. His vast, broad shoulders moved gracefully with every step he took towards me.

"Your tone, Ella," He mused. My legs backed up against a couch behind me, causing me to fall directly onto it. Thankfully, I landed flat on my ass, and he was now staring down at me.

His steps, however, did not end there.

Leaning one knee beside me, it caused me to collapse onto my back as he hovered entirely over me. I bit the inside of my cheek as his chain hung directly on top of my mouth.

One enormous hand had brushed up against the side of my upper chest, then caressed down towards my waist, targeting my ticklish spot.

His hand remained still, and he chuckled darkly at my terrified expression before moving his hand so recklessly.

"Roman!" My legs were imprisoned by his knees on either side of him, and I squealed as I squirmed under him.

My body had somehow now turned crooked on the couch, and I giggled hysterically as his fingertips continued tickling under my skin.

He came to a halt when he noticed my breathing was becoming erratic, and I kept my eyes closed while my laughter subsided and my breathing got more steady.

"You're so mean." I muttered and slid off the couch—or rather, tumbled down. He sat back on the leather couch, chuckling as he watched me.

I noticed his rugged hair and his typical back shirt, which was crushed from my clutching on it. His legs were spread out wide and his body was buried low into the couch—while his eyes were locked on me.

He patted his thigh, keeping his eyes on me directly.

I carefully approached him and placed my legs around his body, his hands reaching for my thighs and adjusting my position on him.

My own hands rest on his chest as I tilted my head to look up at him. It was slightly easier to reach him because of his position. I was immediately drawn to him by his brazen yet warm-filled stare.

He seemed to have a spark of mischief about him. As I was thinking this, one of his hands reached out and caressed my cheek.

As I moved up closer to him, I angled my head further, his eyes watching my every move. For a few seconds, we lingered close to each other, savouring each other's closeness.

"It's only the two of us now," He stated, his voice low and confident. My eyebrows rose an inch, going to lean closer to his lips. "It is," I said quietly over his lips.

His lips upturned the slightest, almost suppressing the small smile that seemed to have made its way to his face.

"You're beautiful," He murmured as I watched his movements—his delicate, rough fingertips caressing the side of my face.

The blush on my cheeks was uncontrollable, and his compliments—more like declarations, by the way he said them—had me fully and utterly fallen.

As if it were slow motion, his head reached forward, gaze glancing between my eyes and lips before eventually resting on the red flesh.

Then his lips pressed up against mine, slowly and steadily. The feeling I felt was utterly overwhelming and our lips moved against each other's—slowly.

It was then that I realised that the sensation I was receiving was a message to myself.

A message that I had slipped profoundly into the abyss of his love.

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Hi Loves!

So, I am planning on ending Lowkey at Chapter 70 which will be the epilogue. As I have been getting many people asking me, I will be ending it at that.

Truly, I cannot believe how fast time went by and this book is already coming closer to an end.

Thank you for supporting me through and through my loves.

- lei <3