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            The way he looks at me nearly drives me mad; there is just unfound confidence and snarky attitude behind every flick of his hand to his hair, every grin, every tilt to his head – he knows just how sexy he is, and he isn't afraid to bring women to their knees in desire. I refuse to bow down to that sardonic behavior and give this man exactly what he expects, what the women in his life have most likely nursed him to believe. I will be stronger than that...

But God, would this be just as torturous for me as it will be for him. I want to pounce on him, want to take what I can't have. Yes, I can't have this man; he is way above any good karma I may have had in a past life. The mountain of women this man must stand on, there would be no reason for him to stoop so low as to choose me for anything. I'm not a choice; I know that. That Sterlo, though, that's a whole other matter entirely. With one swing of his arm, cupping around my waist to drag me closer, I would be nothing but whatever he desired me to be. That is something that I also do not want.

I can only imagine a life by Sterlo's side; what would that entail for someone like me?

Would it really, honestly be all that bad?

I felt solid and soft fingers cup my chin firmly in place only to yank at the item in their grasp with ample force to draw my face up to look at the figure before me who has so discourteously snapped me from my musings. "You really do find appeasement with staring off into this land of make-believe, do you not?" Came a muddled inquiry, his voice giving way to his amusement and informing me of the sight I will see the moment I were to look up at this man. One side of his mouth cocked back in that usual satirical manifestation, his cheeks toned and defiant against the smooth texture of his countenance.

"Why, wouldn't you like to know?" Went my just as derisive retort. This reply bemuses him for a moment; he mellows in the fiery bout of my defiance to him, revels in my ability to do so, and ultimately deciding to crush the burning bud.

"Oh, would I?" He breathes this with a low hum of a sound, his hot aromatic gasp daubing my face with a warmth I anticipated and a chilling tingle down my spine. My face sturdy in his grip, his digits clamping down tightly enough to where I comprehend that I would have to fight my way from him if I genuinely wished to separate myself from his body. This is quickly followed by the revelation that this is an effort I'm not willing to put in against someone like him. Whether that is because I have some sort of feelings of satisfaction from his actions or if it's merely because I want him to try and fail to seduce me, I'm not so sure... but I let this happen of my own free will. I let those grasping fingers pull my face closer to his, for my eyes to bore into his own ocean blue orbs, for his lips to draw so close that I could almost taste his breath on my tongue. His lips are mere centimeters away...

"How unsightly! First, you laugh at the horrid treachery that had befallen me, and now you storm in here and occupy yourself between my lovely little snack and myself? How unseen of you, dear boy!" Sterlo screeches as if he were a bird fighting over territory, his arms flailing at his sides while he storms toward us, adamantly placing himself between the white-haired man and myself. The signature grin befell Zero's lips, as he had expected such a reaction out of him, maybe even wished for him to flail about so. His eyes twinkle with satisfaction, pleased with his endeavor as though he had accomplished what he had set out to do. His eyes then turn to me once again to give me that last look of... of something I couldn't quite register. It's as though he were trying to tell me through his eyes that I was already wrapped about his pale finger. A cocky look, a confident glint; he knew that he had captured the interest Sterlo so desperately desired with nothing but charm, charisma, and maybe a bit of my own lust mixed in. I couldn't tell if the passion was for him entirely or if Sterlo had sparked that desire within me due to his ploy and perfumes, but it was there, and it wanted another man. A man whose hair wasn't pink and whose smile wasn't cocky.