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MidReal 故事
Shadows of Love and Betrayal
設定：an assassin with a missing mother falls in love with a mafia boss
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Leo Hart
assassin, in love with Sofia, tall with sharp features, cunning and secretive
Elena Hart
missing mother of Leo and ally of Sofia, petite with gentle features, compassionate and resilient
Sofia Moretti
mafia boss, in love with Leo, elegant with dark hair and piercing eyes, strategic and fierce
The first time I saw Sofia Moretti, I was hired to kill her.
I was twenty-two years old, and she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
She had dark hair and piercing eyes, and she moved with a grace that made my heart race.
I knew who she was the moment I saw her.
Everyone in the city knew who Sofia Moretti was.
She was the youngest daughter of one of the most powerful mafia families in New York, and she was rumored to be just as ruthless as her father.
I’d been hired by a rival family to take her out, but when I saw her standing on the steps of the courthouse, I knew I couldn’t do it.
I’d killed plenty of people before, but there was something about Sofia that made me hesitate.
Maybe it was the way she held herself, or the look in her eyes.
Or maybe it was just that she was so fucking beautiful.
I watched her from a distance, my heart pounding in my chest.
The gun felt heavy in my hand, a cold reminder of the duty I was supposed to fulfill.
But as I stood there, hidden in the shadows, I couldn't bring myself to pull the trigger.
Sofia exited the courthouse, her eyes scanning the crowd with a sharpness that sent shivers down my spine.
She was looking for something—or someone.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
My mind raced with memories of my mother, Elena.
She had disappeared when I was just a kid, leaving me with nothing but questions and a promise to find her someday.
That promise had driven me into this dark world, where I now found myself torn between duty and desire.
Sofia walked closer, her gaze piercing through the throngs of people.
There was an inexplicable connection that I felt in that moment, something that made me lower my weapon.
I couldn't kill her.
Not like this.
Instead, I decided to follow her.
She moved with purpose, her steps quickening as if she sensed someone trailing her.
I matched her pace, adrenaline surging through my veins.
She turned a corner into an alley, and I followed without hesitation.
The narrow passageway was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the brick walls.
My footsteps echoed softly behind hers.
Suddenly, she stopped and spun around, locking eyes with me.
Tension crackled in the air between us.
Her fierce gaze softened momentarily as if she recognized something in me.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous.
I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words.
"My name is Leo," I said finally. "I'm not here to hurt you."
Her eyes narrowed. "Then why are you following me?"
I hesitated. "I... I don't know. I just couldn't do it."
"Do what?" she asked, taking a step closer.
"Kill you," I admitted, feeling a strange mix of relief and fear wash over me.
Her expression shifted from suspicion to curiosity. "Why not?"
"Because..." I struggled to explain. "Because there's something about you. Something that makes me think there's more to this than just a job."
She studied me for a moment before nodding slowly. "You're right. There's always more."
Before I could respond, a loud noise echoed from the entrance of the alley.
We both turned to see several men approaching, their faces hidden in the shadows.
"Looks like we've got company," Sofia muttered.
I stepped beside her, drawing my own weapon.
The alley echoed with the sound of gunfire.
Sofia's precision was deadly; each shot found its mark.
I moved with lethal grace, taking down our attackers swiftly.
Bullets whizzed past us, ricocheting off the brick walls and sending sparks flying.
I fired back, hitting one man square in the chest.
He crumpled to the ground, his weapon clattering beside him.
Sofia took out another with a single shot to the head.
Her focus was unbreakable, her movements fluid and controlled.
I couldn't help but admire her skill even in the midst of chaos.
Another attacker lunged from behind a dumpster, and I spun around just in time to put a bullet through his shoulder.
He screamed and dropped his gun, collapsing in pain.
The last man standing hesitated, realizing he was outmatched.
Sofia didn't give him a chance to retreat; she fired twice, and he fell lifelessly to the ground.
Silence returned to the alley, broken only by the distant hum of city traffic.
Sofia lowered her pistol, her breath steady but eyes blazing.
I glanced at her, admiration and concern mingling in my gaze. "You okay?" I asked.
She nodded, wiping a strand of hair from her face. "Yeah. You?"
"Fine," I replied, though my heart was still pounding from the adrenaline rush.
"We need to talk," she said, her voice firm and unwavering.
I nodded, understanding the gravity of our situation and the unspoken bond forming between us.
We moved quickly through the alley, stepping over bodies and discarded weapons.
The dim light cast long shadows on the ground, making it feel like we were walking through a battlefield.
We reached the end of the alley and slipped into a side street, where we could catch our breath.
"Who were those guys?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
"Rival family," Sofia replied. "They've been after me for weeks."
"Why?" I pressed, needing to understand what I'd gotten myself into.
She hesitated before answering. "Because I know something they don't want getting out."
"What is it?" I asked, curiosity piqued.
She looked around cautiously before leaning closer. "Information that could bring down their entire operation."
My eyes widened. "And they know you have it?"
"Yes," she said simply. "That's why they want me dead."
A sense of urgency washed over me. "We need to get you somewhere safe."
"I have a safe house nearby," she said. "But we can't stay there long. They'll find us eventually."
"Then let's move," I said. "Lead the way."
We navigated through narrow streets and back alleys, avoiding main roads where we might be spotted.
The city felt like a labyrinth of danger and deception, every corner potentially hiding another threat.
Finally, we arrived at an old warehouse on the outskirts of town.
Sofia unlocked a side door and led me inside.
The interior was dimly lit and filled with crates and machinery covered in dust.
It smelled of rust and oil.
"This way," she said, guiding me to a hidden staircase that led to an underground bunker.
The bunker was small but well-equipped with supplies and weapons.
It felt like stepping into a different world—one where survival was paramount.
"We should be safe here for now," Sofia said, closing the heavy door behind us.
I nodded, taking in our surroundings. "What's next?"
"We plan," she replied. "And we figure out how to take them down before they find us."
