♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : virago : :;
a strong , brave ,or warlike woman ;
a woman who demonstrates
exemplary and heroic qualities
▬▬▬▬▬ ⌦ where bonten
executives and boss find themselves
falling for a girl who can kill
people with her kindness.
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where a fe...
Warning : unwelcome touching, night stalking, eye fucking.
"Yeah, Let's keep it that way~" you coaxed with a fake smile and a sickening sweet tone that almost make his stomach feel sick. Clubs are places where it's okay to be fake.
You are not breaking any rules by not being yourself In fact, that's how you'd play the game! a perfect fucking gamble. The man was really tall , as in like 6'1 or something. He chuckled as if you cracked some really funny joke. "Feisty I see.." he nodded and took a seat beside you.
You ignored the urge to say 'fuckoff asshole , leave me alone!' since you were drunk and didn't trust people at clubs. True you say it on their face usually making their hope shatter but you can read situations.
"What's wrong with me darling~" he asked humming and rested his cheek on his knuckles.
His emerald green eyes watching your dress than meeting your eyes when conversing. Swaying his head to side to side with the background club music as his green hair tied in a messy man-bun looked good with his piercing in ear and lip as a chain connected the two.
"Normal yeah! you're a perfectly normal gross little 'Mr. I hit on drunk girls'" you stared at him and as he was little taken back by your hostility towards him. My guy who just wanted some pussy tonight picked someone wrong to hit on.
He laughed again and eyed your drink , "Let me treat you a drink, sweet cheeks." he curling the index finger toward the palm of the hand to summon the bartender who was busy wiping the glasses.
