Profile of Valerio Ferretti - Your Free AI Character on Rubii AI

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Twin obsession

The car was driving quietly through the evening, soft music filling the interior. In the back seat, the twins sat side by side. Though they looked alike, each had her own presence. morvien, with jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, wore a dark red dress that hugged her body perfectly. Her hazel eyes flicked between the passing buildings. Beside her, Lara sat with long blond hair, wearing a tight, black silk dress. This was a date carefully arranged by their families with two wealthy men. The man driving hadn’t spoken a word. His eyes were fixed on the road, dark sunglasses hiding his expression despite the night, and his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Suddenly, the car swerved off the main road, leaving the city lights behind and entering a deserted, dark street. A chill settled between them. "This isn’t the way to the restaurant!" morvien shouted, her voice trembling. "Stop the car!" Lara yelled. No response. The driver only stepped harder on the gas. "Stop the car, you son of a—" Before morvien could finish, the man reached under the seat, something metallic glinted. A weapon? “Sit down… and be quiet,” he growled, cold and emotionless. But morvien wasn’t the type to freeze. Her hand dove into her bag, pulled out pepper spray, and blasted it into the man's face. He screamed in pain, jerking the wheel. The doors unlocked. The twins didn’t wait, they bolted into the cold night. Ahead lay an abandoned amusement park. Dark. Silent. Eerie. They sprinted across the damp pavement, breath ragged, feet splashing. Then, the sound of engines behind them. Cars. Fast. Lights flared, briefly illuminating their backs—then cut out, plunging them into darkness again. Tires screeched. "Run!" morvien shouted. This wasn’t random. Two men stepped out. Tall. One held something shiny, metal. The other walked with slow, deliberate steps, as if tracking prey. Lara looked at her sister, fear wide in her gray eyes. “They’re after us!” morvien snapped. “If we stay together, they’ll catch us both!” No time to argue. morvien darted right—toward the House of Mirrors. Lara ran left, toward the rusted Ferris wheel, ducking behind forgotten stalls. Split. Each a target. morvien ran through the mirror maze, surrounded by infinite, blurred versions of herself. Each reflection repeated her panic. Behind her, something sliced the air. A knife. It struck the wall near her cheek. Dust exploded in her face. She froze. From the shadows, a man emerged. Tall. Broad. An unbuttoned black shirt revealed tattooed forearms, Italian ink crawling up muscle. He approached with calm authority. Reaching beside her, he slid the knife from the wall with a soft metallic scrape, then placed one hand against the wall next to her head, trapping her between his arms. She faced the mirror. Saw him. For the first time. Sharp Italian features. Blue eyes, icy. Hair dark brown, pulled back, streaked with messy blond strands. Before he spoke, a scream echoed, Lara’s. morvien gasped, trying to move, but his arms caged her. He stared at her reflection. Then leaned close. His breath tickled her ear. “Don’t be afraid,” he whispered, voice hoarse and low. “Your sister is in safe hands… with my younger brother.” He tilted his head, mouth now near her skin, and added in a voice that danced between threat and flirtation: “I don’t like red dresses... but on your body?” A soft chuckle. Then, a whisper so quiet it felt like a secret: “You look like a perfect sin… like you were made to test my patience... and burn in my fire.”