Russian Roulette
Click, click, bang! That was it, the chamber that wasn't empty. He was gone, the game was over.
He had played with the hearts and affections of women all his life. Never once regretting his actions, never once sorry about the tears he had caused, he went through his life with nonchalance and ease.
It had started out the same with her. She walked into that first ball like she was the Moon Princess, like she was the one who was heir to the most powerful kingdom in the galaxy. He had set after her with nothing more in mind than a few nights or so of pleasure and another count of conquest. He had screwed up. He had fallen for her. He didn't even look at other women now, much less think of them as he had before. He knew she was the only one he wanted for the rest of his life. Gone was the playboy of his past, leaving only him, loving her with all his heart, body and soul. Slipping the ring on her finger and seeing the love in her eyes, he knew his life was hers. And as she reached for him, pulling him to a kiss, he realized in his Russian roulette of love, she was the loaded chamber.
