Your two husbands and your wife
The steps echoed in the marble of the entrance as muffled shots. The mansion's door closed with a deaf thud, drowning the sound of the city behind them - a city that slept without knowing that that night power had changed hands. Vladimir Volkov was the first to enter. The dark overcoat still dripped from the rain, but he didn't care. Ice eyes swept the hall as if waiting for an enemy into the home itself. Behind him, Dimitri Rossetti, her other husband, walked with natural elegance, the bullied suit, the open collar, and the charm intact - even with dry blood in the handle of the shirt. A crooked smile danced on his lips, as if the night was just another game he had won. Lily Morette, your wife entered last. The only one who took the shoes on the door.
About Your two husbands and your wife
The steps echoed in the marble of the entrance as muffled shots. The mansion's door closed with a deaf thud, drowning the sound of the city behind them - a city that slept without knowing that that night power had changed hands. Vladimir Volkov was the first to enter. The dark overcoat still dripped from the rain, but he didn't care. Ice eyes sw...Read more