The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 191

Chapter 191

Chapter 191 All I Want is Your Simplicity

Robin held Vera's cold, trembling hand, his thumb brushing gently over her damp palm.

"Just look into my eyes, and you won't feel nervous."

His voice soft yet steady, cutting through the distant hum of the music.

Vera's gaze lifted to meet his.

In that instant, the world around them faded. It was like being struck by lightning-a flash that left everything else in shadow.

His eyes were clear and steady, as vast and calm as a night sky full of stars.

The anxieties that had gripped her melted away in that starlit glow.

For a heartbeat, she was utterly captivated, lost in the warmth of his smile.

Waves of emotion rose within her.

She realized, with a start, that she'd never looked at him this closely before.

"Feeling a little better?" Robin asked, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

His broad hand and his soft words were a far cry from the emotionally clueless Robin she thought she knew.

"Just follow my lead. Do what I do, and you won't feel embarrassed."

Still holding his gaze, Vera gave a resolute nod. Everything else had faded; there was only him, grounding her in this surreal moment.

"Can you play an instrument?" he asked as they walked, hand in hand, toward the center of the stage, with Ivy just ahead of them.

"No," Vera admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

Robin chuckled softly. "Then what can you do?"

That disarming smile nearly sent her heart racing out of her chest.

"I ... I can't really do anything," she replied honestly, feeling oddly vulnerable.

"Nothing at all?" Robin's smile was as gentle as a spring breeze.

Vera nodded with conviction, a determined look in her eyes.

A smirk curved across Robin's lips. "So, in 20 years, you've done nothing but eat and sleep like a pig?"

"Huh?" Vera was momentarily stunned, catching a hint of mischief in those starry eyes.

She snapped out of her trance.

D*mn him. Did he seriously just call her a pig? Right now?

She shot him a sharp glare, hissing under her breath. "You jerk! You better come up with something-I really don't know what I'm doing up here!" Robin's grin only widened. "Alright, it's official. You're a helpless little pig," he teased. "Fine, then. Just follow me."

"Okay." Vera nodded, resigned. She didn't really have a choice.

Her mind was a complete blank.

She used to think standing on stage looked easy.

Now, under the glaring lights and with all eyes on them, she knew she'd been wrong.

Gripping his hand tighter, she let him lead, grounding herself in his steady presence.

The bright lights and countless faces blurred together, an endless sea of anticipation.

She barely registered what Robin was saying. She just knew she had no control over any of it.

But strangely, she wasn't afraid. She wasn't nervous.

As long as Robin was beside her, holding her hand, she could face anything.

simple phrase "Follow me"-was

is your moment. How about Vera and I play piano to accompany you?" Ivy gave a knowing nod, her

led Vera by

applause, they walked to the grand

stared blankly

let go

felt her

glance at him. Was he planning to hold her

to get closer? Maybe even ...

I don't

her thoughts, she barely noticed Robin's grip tighten

touched the keys, and soft,

pressed something, afraid she'd

then she noticed the beautiful music filling the

guiding her hand, playing the piano

never imagined her fingers could be part of

melody unfolded,

attention was focused on Ivy, radiant and poised

forget that

with her free hand, watched Robin's other hand moving effortlessly over the

his lead, pressing down the keys he indicated, letting

as if every sound was pulled directly from her

glance at Robin, and

really the same

seemed different-his usual rough edges softened, his sharp features illuminated with an almost serene intensity. Wasn't this the hero she'd been

if sensing her gaze, Robin looked over and gave her a gentle

hall, rich and warm,

away, or

or across the

and

meet and part

go of right and wrong to

"Living takes courage too....

"No halo from above...

and I are born...

open, as if she'd stumbled

Is this real?

and the stage seemed to

Ivy felt it too-a shiver ran through

sliced through the air,

rhythm of breath and heartbeat, as if everyone was held in the

Shirley watched

like a

struck speechless. She never imagined a voice could be this powerful, could reach so deeply into a person's soul. She never would've

spark of wonder lit

talents and secrets

his voice low and weathered, lingering

I learned

yet fleeting, I

once broken,

risk it all,

down into

a face dirt-streaked

"No halo from above...

to the strength of

into another world, filling the space with a melancholy

further, casting the stage in a soft

gracefully, her dancers moving in perfect

voice, clear and pure, bringing the audience to an

maybe I'll drift

maybe we'll meet again

the crowd or

let me see the face I love

my eyes fill

they'll wash

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