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The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, casting darkness upon the city as Dimitri navigated the sleek, black sports car through the bustling streets. His mind was a whirlwind of elation and longing, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. Today had been extraordinary-an entire Saturday spent in the company of (Y/n), tutoring her in French. Her laughter, her bright eyes, the way she chewed on her lip when she stumbled over a difficult phrase-every detail was etched into his mind, fueling his obsessive thoughts.

As the car sped towards his penthouse, Dimitri found himself replaying the day in vivid detail. The intimate moments they shared, her soft voice murmuring words in a language that now felt like their secret code, the fleeting touches that sent electric sparks down his spine. His heart raced at the memory, each beat echoing with her name.

(Y/n).

She was everything he desired, and more. In the quiet moments of the drive, his thoughts spiraled into fantasies of a future with her. He imagined her by his side, their mornings starting with her sleepy smile and the scent of freshly brewed coffee. He envisioned her laughter filling their home, a sanctuary away from the chaos of his dual life. They would travel together, explore the world, and create memories that would outshine the darkness of his past.

He pictured a life where he could protect her from every harm, shield her from the dangers that lurked in the shadows of their reality. A life where he could be the man she deserved, not just the assassin with blood on his hands but a devoted lover who cherished her above all else. He dreamed of the day he could hold her close without fear, whispering promises of forever into her ear.

Dimitri's grip tightened on the steering wheel as he approached the towering building that housed his penthouse. The lights of the city blurred, reflecting the intensity of his emotions. He knew that their relationship was fraught with danger, that his world could shatter hers if he wasn't careful. But in this moment, as he thought of her, he allowed himself the indulgence of hope.

He parked the car and took a deep breath, trying to steady the tumultuous emotions within him. Climbing out, he felt the weight of his responsibilities settle back onto his shoulders, but the thought of Ecarlate's smile remained a beacon of light in his mind. She was worth every risk, every sacrifice. He would protect her, uncover the truths that threatened her, and eliminate the enemies lurking in the shadows.

As he stepped into the elevator, Dimitri allowed himself one last fantasy. A vision of (Y/n) waiting for him at home, welcoming him with open arms and a love that was strong enough to conquer any darkness. It was a dream that fueled his determination, a promise he silently made to himself.

For (Y/n), he would become more than an assassin. He would become the man she needed, the protector she deserved, and the lover who would cherish her for all eternity.

Dimitri stepped out of the elevator and into the grand lobby of his skyscraper apartment, the sound of his polished shoes echoing softly against the marble floor. The luxurious interior, with its sleek design and modern furnishings, was a stark contrast to the dangerous world he navigated daily. As he walked towards the main hall, a sense of pride welled up within him. This building, a gift from his grandfather for his 21st birthday, was more than just a place to live-it was a fortress, a sanctuary for him and his team.

His assassins, strategically placed throughout the lobby, acknowledged his presence with curt nods and subtle gestures of recognition and awe. They were his family, each one handpicked and trained to perfection. Their loyalty was unwavering, and their skills unmatched. As Dimitri moved through the lobby, he exchanged brief glances with his operatives, silently conveying orders and updates.

"Welcome back, Aidoneus," one of the assassins, a tall, muscular man with a scar running down his cheek, greeted him. The man's voice was low, filled with respect.

"Good evening, Cerberus," Dimitri replied, his tone as composed as ever. "Any updates?"

Cerberus nodded, his expression serious. "Trismegistus has made progress with the intel on Madam Seraphina. He's waiting for you in the control room."

Charles Galahad Volkov (Codename: Cerberus) is a built burly man from Belarus. He had the guise of a bear but the heart of a whale. He might seem intimidating but he is a cheerful man who looks after the younger assassins. He is a veteran and a doting single father.

When he immigrated to this country, he barely had a penny to his name and two family members to feed. He had difficulties providing for his mother and his daughter, but Dimitri recognized his talent so he hired him to work as an assassin. He agreed immediately to provide a better life for his daughter and support her dream to become a prima ballerina. Now, he is one of the best assassins with one of the highest success rate.

Dimitri's eyes flickered with interest. "Good. I'll head there shortly."

As he continued through the lobby, he couldn't help but admire the efficiency and discipline of his team. The entire building had been meticulously designed to serve their needs, with state-of-the-art security systems, underground tunnels for covert entry and exit, and chambers equipped for the most delicate operations. He had ensured that no expense was spared, creating a fortress that could withstand any threat.

Dimitri's thoughts briefly drifted back to (Y/n), the memory of their day together warming him even in the cold, polished environment of the lobby. He had promised her safety, and this building was part of that promise-a place where she could be protected from the dangers lurking in the shadows.

When she rejected him the second time, Dimitri had already solidified a plan to abduct her and keep her eternally with him. He had planned how he could cut her off from her friends. He would isolate her from everyone who loved her by creating a scandal that would ruin her name. Everyone she loved would hate her leaving him as the only person she could turn to for solace.

He would lure her with a trap and take her here to live with him for her protection. He had already mapped out his schemes and prepared everything before hand but he decided to give her another chance. He was right to do so because now your relationship is better than ever.

Better than what it could have been had he gone through with his plans. The cold bite of the metal collar nipped at his throat allowing him to reminisce you intimate ministrations earlier. He hadn't taken it out yet wanting to prolong the memory and the feelings that lingered in his body.

You had claimed him and dominated him. Dimitri is never the type of man to allow himself to be beneath someone else but if it's his beloved (Y/n), he would wholehearted submit. He has no pride nor dignity when it comes to her desires.

You have shown him a fraction of your powers. He still isn't sure if you are a goddess bringing him salvation or a devil condemning him to eternal damnation. The duality of your love brings him to the precipice of euphoria.

He reached the control room, a high-tech nerve center filled with monitors, computers, and communication equipment. Trismegistus, the team's tech genius, was seated in front of a massive screen, his fingers flying over the keyboard. The room hummed with energy, a stark contrast to the quiet opulence of the lobby.

"Trismegistus," Dimitri greeted, stepping inside. "What do you have for me?"

The young hacker turned, his eyes bright with excitement and a hint of nerves. "I've dug up some interesting details about Madame Seraphina's past. It's... more complicated than we initially thought."

Dimitri nodded, his mind already shifting gears. "Show me."

"I looked into what you told me to about the brothel and found that she did own one back in her motherland but it got shut down once the war ended. When she came here, she built another one years after she settled." Trismegistus clicked a few buttons and the screen changed to reveal old photos of establishments.

"It is called Paradise Lost, a reference to the book written by John Milton. It was used for espionage and other things but ultimately the goal was to protect women and children from abuse. Cool vigilante stuff." Trismegistus typed on his keyboard allowing more pictures to appear.

"They initially worked like Giulia Tofana, inventor of Aqua Tofana, a clear, tasteless, odorless, poison distributed to abused women who used it to kill their husbands. I ran my system to compile similar cases in the areas near where grandma operated in the span of the years she worked. Using this method, Madame Seraphina is believed to have orchestraded the death of more than... 2000 people. The victims are believed to be rapists, serial killers, wife beaters, and the likes. Huh, grandma is kinda cool and terrifying."

"I don't need the little side comments, Tristan." Dimitri's eyes were stern and piercing as he stared at him.

"Sorry, boss. The org provided assistance to the widows by helping them find employment. Madame Seraphina had stepped down decades ago and seems to have little to no contact with the org she built. Paradise Lost still exists and is now being run by the Garden of Flowers. Their power and influence expanded during the reign of their previous leader, the one that came after Madame Seraphina." Trismegistus turned his chair to face Dimitri who remained silent, absorbing each information carefully and mapping out possibilities and hidden connections.

"I couldn't uncover the previous Matriarch's name but I'll look into it. I also cannot find the name of their new Matriarch. It doesn't seem like Miss (Y/n) is ever introduced to the org though. Madame Seraphina shielded her from her double life. Maybe because of what happened to Madame Margery? Anyways, that's just a guess. We'll need to know more to be sure. The Garden of Flowers doesn't use technology to store data so someone needs to personally sniff around." Trismegistus pushed his glasses up and fidgeted with his fingers.

"I'll send the Erinyes sisters for the job. If the Garden of Flowers is the ones threatening (Y/n), then we'll have to deal with them. What did you find out about Mother Margery?"

"Madame Margery (L/n) died while riding the bus coming home from work. No foul play was involved in her death. It looks like a perfectly normal accident." Trismegistus presented the police report on his computer screens and showed pictures of the accident.

"She was 28 at that time, Miss (Y/n) was 3 years old. She worked as a production line supervisor in.... Morozov Enterprises." There was a pause from the two of them as if the world had stilled and the puzzle pieces are falling into place.

"Okay, this is surprising information because I didn't read this far cuz you arrived and now I'm starting to think that... What if your dad killed your lover's mom cuz she's a hero and he's evil? Please don't kill me, boss!"

Trismegistus cowered in his seat. His body shook with panick, fearful of what his boss would do due to his little comment. (A moment of silence for our red headed Tristan who doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut.) He waited for anything. A gunshot, a knife through his brain but nothing came.

Dimitri was solemn as he contemplated the possibility. "Look into it and confirm if my father really had something to do with it."

As he absorbed the information Trismegistus provided, Dimitri knew that this was just the beginning. The real battle was yet to come, and he was prepared to face it head-on, with (Y/n)'s safety as his guiding star.

With a final nod to Trismegistus, Dimitri turned and left the control room, his mind focused and his resolve unbreakable. He had a mission to complete, and failure was not an option. The Gods of Death were ready to strike, and Dimitri was their leader, poised to bring justice to those who dared to threaten his world.

Dimitri exited the control room with a determined stride, his mind already strategizing the next steps. He knew he needed to delegate the upcoming missions efficiently, and there was one assassin who was perfect for the task at hand, despite their conflicting methods: Xavier Zandor, codenamed Thanatos.

Making his way through the labyrinthine corridors of the building, Dimitri finally reached the training hall, a vast space filled with an array of equipment and weapons. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and metal, a testament to the grueling regimen his assassins adhered to. Amidst the clamor of clashing blades and grunts of exertion, Dimitri spotted Xavier, his dark hair plastered to his forehead as he disarmed a sparring partner with brutal efficiency.

"Thanatos," Dimitri called out, his voice cutting through the noise.

Xavier turned, his dark eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and challenge. "Aidoneus," he responded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "What brings you to the training hall?"

Dimitri approached him, maintaining his composed demeanor. "I have a mission for you. Three politicians-Marcos, Revilla, and Clyde. I want them dead. Publicly, they're corrupt officials, but I need you to find out if there's more to it."

Xavier's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Sounds like fun. I've been itching for a good hunt."

Dimitri's expression remained neutral. "I expect precision, Thanatos. We can't afford unnecessary attention. Make it swift."

Xavier's smile faltered slightly, his eyes narrowing. "You know I prefer to... savor my kills."

Dimitri met his gaze steadily. "I know. But this isn't about what you prefer. It's about results. Swift, covert, and final."

There was a moment of tense silence between them, the air crackling with the unspoken rivalry that always simmered beneath the surface. Despite their differences, there was a mutual respect that had been forged in the crucible of countless missions. Xavier respected Dimitri's strategic mind and leadership, while Dimitri acknowledged Xavier's unparalleled skill in eliminating targets.

"Understood," Xavier finally said, his voice tight with restrained emotion. "But if there's something more to this, something that requires... persuasion, I will do what needs to be done."

Dimitri nodded, accepting the compromise. "Do what you must to uncover the truth. But remember, the end goal is their deaths without drawing unnecessary attention to Frost Bringer."

Xavier's eyes gleamed with a mixture of anticipation and dark satisfaction. "Consider it done."

Dimitri turned to leave but paused, glancing back at Xavier. "And Thanatos, be careful. These men are powerful, and their downfall could stir up more than just political ripples."

Xavier's smile returned, colder this time. "I thrive on chaos, Aidoneus. You should know that by now."

As Dimitri walked away, he couldn't help but reflect on their dynamic. Xavier was a force of nature, unpredictable and volatile, yet his results spoke for themselves. They might not always see eye to eye, but there was no denying the effectiveness of Xavier's methods when the situation called for it.

Reaching the elevator, Dimitri pressed the button for his penthouse, his thoughts already shifting to the next phase of his plan. Xavier would handle the targets, but there were still many pieces to this puzzle that needed to be put into place. He had to uncover the truth behind Seraphina's motives and ensure that (Y/n) was safe from the shadows of her grandmother's past.

As the elevator doors closed, Dimitri allowed himself a brief moment to think of (Y/n) once more. Her safety was paramount, and he would stop at nothing to protect her. Even if it meant relying on someone as unpredictable as Xavier, he would do whatever it took.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened to reveal the opulent expanse of his penthouse. Dimitri stepped out, his mind a whirlwind of plans and contingencies. The game was in motion, and every move counted.

With a final glance out over the city, Dimitri steeled himself for the challenges ahead. The Gods of Death were on the hunt, and he would ensure that they brought justice to those who deserved it, all while protecting the woman who had captured his heart.