The unsettling smile remains on the Nightmare’s features as Aleksi notes he has heard about him. Sensing that slight bit of uncertainty radiating from the Demi-God. Obviously, the more savage and merciless side of his reputation had graced his ears, too.
And the Corinthian loves it. He relishes in the insecurities people can hold against him. Will he fuck them or kill them? Even the Corinthian doesn’t know until he feels that urge. That overwhelming desire to consume.
His ocular teeth part with slight grins as the Demi-God steps up to him. Closing the distance between them. Towering over his form just slightly. He feels that itch to pull one of his knives that rest comfortably by his ribs.
“You’re awfully charming yourself. Shame I haven’t seen you around before.” A soft purr. A slight cock of his head and a clack of ocular teeth as he admires those delicious eyes.
It would be so simple, to just reach out and take them. A dangerous hand presses against Aleksi’s abdomen. Feeling the contours of his form beneath his suit. A gentle push. And the Nightmare guides him to fall back into the booth seat. He wastes no time in pressing Aleksi’s shoulder back into the booth to keep him pinned down and sighing as he slips a knee onto the couch on either side of the Demi-God’s legs and takes a seat in his lap.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Comes a sultry drawl from an unmasked ocular maw. A quick flick of his wrist and a sharp blade is twisting adeptly between his fingers. Glinting menacingly in the dim light of the booth.
“You and I are going to have some fun.”
The nightmare was hard to read. it came with just how charming he was and to this point, Aleksi was sure all his victims had no clue they would end dead.. until they did. He couldn’t imagine the blond man just killing people, walking around, doing it quickly. No. The male seemed too playful for this, like a cat playing with its prey before killing it. So maybe it was stupid, approaching the man he had heard so many stories of, ultimately unable to be sure that he would make it out alive. Could he kill a demi-god? Was the king of dreams coming for his help if he needed it? His gaze dropped to the hand on his abdomen, brows raising when he was pushed back. With himself seated and the nightmare on top of his, his hands would soon take hold of the males thighs, head tilted a little. He had to chuckle. “It*s not as obvious as you may think.” Especially now, with his gaze falling on the knife. He could feel a weird feeling in his stomach, a slight turn. Oh would that be the day he died for being too curious? “This knife can be fun for us both.. or just for yourself.” he never got stabbed so he didn’t know how much his body could take. He was promised immortality, he was the son of Apollo after all.. he could heal. Shortly he let his gaze wander, managing to dim the light some more in the booth. “My eyes aren’t for you to take, handsome. I hope we can agree on that part.” He moved a hand into blond hair, moving slightly underneath the other to get more comfortable. Sometimes he wished he would have inherited all of his fathers powers, because then, he would be able to see just how this situation would end. His gaze dropped to the males main mouth, a smirk on his lips. “Despite your looks, I just can’t tell if you’re into kissing people..” He was more thinking out loud in this moment. “You want to make out before you put this knife to use?” His hand gave Corinthians thigh a squeeze.
