Stained Heart

"The pain of a bleeding heart is just as bittersweet as the venom dripping down from my lips."

- Idina Caliber

Part 1:
Champagne.

Chatter.

Eye candies clinging onto his extended arms, flirtly fingers traced up and down on his chest. Cherry lips pouted at his word, but soon changed back into a smile as the light danced across the ballroom, bounced on the glass pillar and landed on the center stage, where a single mic could be seen.

His lips curled into a smirk as a glass of neon blue drink was presented to him, just as the MC dressed in black suit stepped out. Everybody's attention was turned toward to him as the male walked over to the mic and lightly tapped on it.

"Ladies and gentlemen. I welcome you to the annual Silas Weapon Exhibition!"

FIreworks were set off, spark flied and landed on the crystal floor as the red curtains was pulled to the sides. A loud gasp echoed throughout the room as a single figure stepped out: Purple curled lock, skin-tight clothes and blood red eyes, with her hand on her hips as the female confidentally walked down the cat walk.