"There is nothing more intoxicating than being feared by those who once looked down upon you."
— Unknown
We became a silent force in the city — not lovers first, conspirators.
Lilith's influence guided each step, each decision, each deception.
We started small — frauds, misdirections, subtle sabotage.
But the thrill grew, demanding escalation.
Tonight, it was a man who believed his wealth made him untouchable.
He didn't know he had stepped into a carefully constructed trap — one we orchestrated for weeks.
Lilith's hand brushed mine in passing, her smile a silent command.
"Trust yourself. Trust me. Let the world stumble while we watch."
By dawn, the man's fortune had vanished.
And we hadn't touched a weapon.
I watched Lilith in the early light. Calm, radiant, terrifying.
She whispered a single sentence that stayed in my mind all day:
"Power is a language. Learn it. Speak it. Make others obey without ever touching them."
And I realized: our games weren't just about survival.
They were art.