#heavenxcloud

"This is isn't the shade of white I want, also none of the cocktail dresses are perfect enough. I am marrying to an important man, not an average ass licker with an salary as unimpressive, so let's get serious ladies!" Angelica demanded, doing the most to live out her lavish dreams, without any care for the other females pampering her and trying their best to please the bride

"Also, darling? --" She added, turning to the photographer, Yuri, twirling a finger towards her left twice. "Get me on my good side, all right?" The bride cooed with a fake friendly tone, emitting a tone from the latter as she nodded, playing along as the pay was going to be good, from what was first mentioned in the job offer once the couple scheduled her.

                   s h i o n

                    behind the steering wheel of a sleek black merc, shion drags a damp cloth over his face and sighs deeply into the filthy fabric. when he looks back into it, it’s speckled with fine drops of bright red blood. there’d been an oversight, a rat in the walls where he hadn’t expected one to be and unfortunately, it needed to be persuaded not to talk. even now his knuckles throbbed. flexing his hand once to check for permanent injuries, shion pulls down the overhead visor and checks his reflection. dark stubble hugged his jawline and thick black hair was pushed back from his face - there remained a stoic dullness to his expression, he never spoke much, preferred to remain a man of few words out of convenience more than anything. imposing, hardened, broad, tall and scary. perhaps that was for the best. 

       he  s i g h s  once more and shuts the visor, tucking the stained rag back into the glovebox compartment before pulling the keys from the ignition. he needed something to keep him awake against the exhaustion that now crept into every muscle. a coffee. that’s what he needed. 

        the gangster climbs out from his parked car, straightening the black blazer he wore over an entire black ensemble. tailored suit and shiny black shoes set him apart from most and made a wide berth wherever he dared to tread. the city was winding down into its late evening drawl and only a few people milled around on the street corners, leaving boutiques that were bowing graciously to their last customers of the day. shion wiped the back of his hand across his nose once more, a last double-check in case some easily spooked housewife made a scene. he reached the door into his frequented perch, a cafe he often stopped by to and from work; stepping in with a purpose, he pauses there soon after - the baristas were busy cleaning jugs and machines. 

"Oh my, hello there. You all are so small. Im tempted to pick you all up."