irregulcrs:
the demon regarded the female with his lustful gaze. takahiro, once pure, was no longer pure. he didn’t do love, he enjoyed pain and playing with the emotions of regular humans. he left a trail of broken hearts every where he went and he left everything in ruin. the nightclub was a great place to find his various victims, you could find any desperate soul in the club. the demon noticed as she was checking him out and he just let her have her moment. ‘ yes, i always notice beautiful women, ’ answered the male, it wasn’t exactly a lie no, he liked to get his hands on beautiful items and then he liked to turn their beauty inside out. he was nothing but dangerous and the smirk that appeared on the male’s face was showing his nastiness. ‘ possibly the dress or the thought of the dress discarded somewhere on the dance floor along with some bra and panties, ’ he shrugged. ‘ or maybe it was your hair. ’
light laughter barely audible above the music falls from her lips as she considers the others words. often times, the men who approached her held auras of monotony, with language that lacked excitement. the man before her was different, and though she found herself interested in his ideas, she found herself cautious as well. beautiful men often proved themselves dangerous. ‘ discarded ... on the dance floor ? ’ she cards her fingers through the darkness of her hair before leaning forward, bringing herself closer to the man. with the heavy shadows cast across her features, the woman’s visage could only be described as alluring. ‘ if if were only the two of us, i wouldn’t mind. –––... however, as adventurous as i am, i’m not sure the crowd here necessarily deserves to witness me in action. ’
