Chapter 56: The Sun Set
The bed was a mess of tangled sheets, sweat, and hair plastered to their skin. André and Vivienne lay there, completely exhausted, every muscle screaming for mercy, yet neither daring to move. Their chests heaved, breaths heavy and uneven, their arms wrapped around each other. On the outside, it looked like lovers. Soft caresses. Tender touches. Innocent murmurs. But inside, both were silently screaming venom. Every gentle stroke made their skin crawl.
Vivienne’s brain was a chaotic storm. This bastard is insane. He seriously fucked me until the sun set. I can’t feel my legs. I think I’m going to be crippled forever. He has ruined me. And yet... he touches me like an innocent motherfucker. God I hate him. I wish he’d fall into a pit of guillotine. I hope He gets ripped apart by a pack of wolves.
Her hand slid across his chest, brushing as lightly as she could, forcing herself to smile sweetly at him, almost tenderly. André caught the movement and tilted his head, eyes narrowing, lips twitching with amusement. Completely crazy. But so damn fun. So fun, my little thief. I will enjoy ripping you to pieces, he thought, his fingers brushing her hair back with mock tenderness.
They stayed tangled, soft murmurs slipping into the air. Vivienne nuzzled closer, pretending to sigh in satisfaction. Her brain screamed insults, curses, and wild plans of revenge, but her lips whispered, Mmm... you’re perfect.
André leaned his head back slightly, watching her with that absurd, deranged intensity he always carried. His chest rose and fell with effort, his body sticky and trembling. He should have been in control, he should have been lord and master of the bed. But she had him, somehow. Every smirk, every half-lidded glance, every whisper of her name made him clench, curse, and groan.
Vivienne’s foot brushed against his thigh. Her body ached, but she forced it into a lazy, teasing stroke. She whispered, "You are mine. I love you so much."
André’s eyes gleamed. "I know. You are mine too. I love you so much too."
Her smile was angelic. Inside, she wanted to vomit and strangle him at the same time. Goddamn this lunatic. But outwardly, she cooed softly against his shoulder.
They remained there, stuck between venom and lust, chaos and comedy, completely spent yet unwilling to move. Every glance, every touch, every silent breath was a battle neither of them could fully win, a war that had ended with exhaustion and absurdity.
The sun was low, bathing the room in gold and orange lights. Through André’s large window, the light fell on their tangled forms, highlighting every messy hair strand, every sheen of sweat, every sticky curve of their bodies. The room looked like a painting. A very, very beautiful painting. If you ignored the part where they wanted each other dead. Or ruined. Or penniless. Then yes they were like a very beautiful painting.
André propped himself slightly on an elbow, watching the sun dip lazily into the horizon. "Look at that," he murmured, voice soft but still teasing. "The sunset... isn’t it... beautiful?"
Vivienne rolled her eyes so hard she nearly fell back into the sheets. Corny. God, that is corny. Sounds like some whiny poet who died of unrequited love. She watched him, trying not to laugh, trying not to gag at his earnestness. And yet, she smiled. Sweetly. Innocently. Almost like a fool.
"It is... very beautiful," she said, giggling lightly, brushing her damp hair back. She looked at him like he had just said the silliest thing ever, and she wanted to laugh and slap him at the same time.
André’s lips twitched. That little giggle, that slight smile—it made him groan silently in frustration. You little monster. I will ruin you someday, but right now... you’re adorable.
They lay there, bodies sticky, hair matted, watching the sun paint the room like a grand masterpiece, two chaotic, venomous idiots pretending to be lovers for the world, while inside they both wanted to throttle the other.
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, eyes soft and absurdly tender. "I love you, Vivienne. So much. So very much. I do not think I could live without you. I will never leave you. Ever. Just like the sun... it never disappears. That’s how I will be to you."
Vivienne froze, her smile tightening. Oh, for the love of God. Is he quoting something? Is he insane? She let the words sink in, pretending to melt like a lovesick fool. Perfect. Make yourself look like a fool while I plot how to steal your damn vault.
She muttered, barely audible, "Even the sun disappears on me."
André’s brow furrowed. He tilted his head slightly. "What do you mean?"
Vivienne shrugged lightly, eyes focused elsewhere, hiding the storm inside. "Nothing. It’s... nothing," she said softly, smiling at him sweetly, wrapping her arms around him.
He let the words pass, pretending to nuzzle her hair, whispering softly. She remained a mystery, unreadable, and he felt a tiny pang of frustration, even as he chuckled quietly to himself. You’re hiding something, little thief. But I will figure it out. Soon.
Vivienne’s hug tightened. "I love you too. I will never ever leave you. Just like the sun," she said, her voice soft, almost musical. She smiled wide, a perfect mask of affection. But inside, her mind was elsewhere, spinning dark thoughts.
André let her hug him, pretending to melt under her touch. He brushed her hair back, murmuring, "Good. That is very good."
They stayed wrapped around each other, bodies sticky, legs tangled, faces close. On the outside, they looked like the perfect lovers, warm and tender. But inside, both were calculating, planning, pretending. Vivienne’s mind was replaying the sun disappearing, her mother, the vault, the gold. André’s mind was watching her every twitch, every small movement, noting everything, smiling silently at the chaos she would bring him eventually.
They remained still like that, the world outside fading to gold, wrapped in lies and lust, pretending to be in love while hiding venom under every gentle stroke.