He had never loved anyone, except for her.
And
now, he was about to prove that he was worthy. Her eyes followed him anxiously
as he went about his task, an enigmatic smile gracing her face at the thought
of his sacrifice.
He
had been ridiculed for his obsession with her, but she had always been the only
one he loved.
The
high vaulted ceilings were a marvel of architecture, but his eyes were only for
her. And there she was, gazing at him lovingly, watching his every movement
like a hawk, like only his true lover would.
And
he began preparing for his final sacrifice, the ultimate heist. La Gioconda
would be his, his beloved.
And no one would dare challenge the psychopathic
husband of the Mona Lisa anymore.
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