Synopsis: Chrollo takes his girlfriend out on a Friday night
Friday night outings had become a staple event for you and your boyfriend. Getting dressed up to just wander the streets of York New never failed to excite. In all honesty, you could safely say any activity with Chrollo was exciting.
You carefully stepped out of your warm shower. Reaching for a bath towel through the steam, you heard that familiar ring. Perplexed, you wrapped yourself. You could've sworn when you got in it was only half past 7. He usually never arrived until 8. Mildly confused, you always believed Chrollo was always a punctual guy.
You checked yourself in the mirror. Rosy cheeks and droplets running down your frame. You considered making him wait until you put on clothes, but it would be rude to force him to stand in the hallway. Furthermore, you've been together for a while, it wasn't like he'd be seeing anything new. Wrapping yourself tight, you exited the bathroom and crossed your living room to reach the door.
Upon opening, you immediately took in the aroma of his cologne. His smell was enough to make you blush, only second to the lavish black suit he was wearing. His black locks cascaded over his lively eyes. His attention on the other hand combed up and down your figure, his breath hitched in his throat. You could tell from his expression that his content demeanor gradually turned to one of mild distress. Almost frustration.
"Good evening, darling. I seem to have shown up too early, I apologize." He delicately grabbed your warm hand and pressed his lips against your knuckle.
If the heat rose to your cheeks, he wouldn't be able to tell. The image of him bowing in front of you with his soft lips on your hand was enough to make your mind go hazy. You hastily shook your head and smiled. "It's no problem at all. It doesn't take me long to get ready."
He rose to straighten his back and placed his hand on your back. "Good. Let's go inside, wouldn't want anyone walking by and seeing you in such a state." He turned you around and entered inside. He shut the door and you stood watching him. Something about him always made your mind go blank, waiting for him to make the next decision. Once he locked the door, his body turned to meet your stare. He let out a short laugh and pointed to the couch. "I'll wait here while you finish getting ready. Be sure not to take too long, okay? I have special plans for us tonight."
As if coming out of a trance, you realized you were still standing in only a short bath towel. You managed to chirp an 'okay' and made your way back to your bedroom. Shutting your door, you breathed in a sigh of relief. However, the idea of 'special plans' made your anxiety spike. You had no idea what to wear. 'Guess I can ask.' You thought.
You peaked your head out your bedroom door into the dimly lit living room. You could see the back of his head perk up at the sound of the door opening. "Chrollo? What exactly are we doing that you had to arrive so early for?"
You heard the sound of a book shutting and him shuffling in his seat. "I am taking you to dinner and a dance with my friends. As for why I arrived so early, I was eager to see you I suppose." For some reason, you could hear a hint of irritation and urgency in his voice. He was always composed and charismatic, this tone did not match him at all.
"Is everything alright? You seem tense." Your voice trailed at the end, waiting for any sign of you overstepping his boundaries.
He stood up and turned to face you. 'He's definitely frustrated', you thought. His muscles were tensed and he had a stony look in his eyes. "Do you need me to pick you something to wear?" It was a kind question on the surface, but the insinuation irked you.
"Not particularly." You answered matter-of-factly. "I think I've got all the information I need." You shut the door and returned to your closet. You tossed aside the classy and appropriate dress you had planned on wearing and pulled out something far more revealing. It was below freezing outside, but the heat from your vindictive attitude would keep you warm. 'If he is going to play this way, I'll play as well.'
