SANYA

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

translation: 못생긴 악마 : ugly devil / demon

sanya's pov

I followed Aamani into the restaurant where we were welcomed with the tangy aroma of food and loud consistent noises of chatter and music. She led me through the jam-packed place until we reached a booth near the wall where both a girl with short red hair and a taller boy with light brunette hair sat talking. Ammani grinned and slid into the booth and I followed after.

"Hey, guys! Thanks for saving us the seats," she settled in as the two in front of us greeted her. "Oh, and this is my new roommate and bestie, Verity Ahn!" she gestured toward me. "Hey, " I simply said and the short red hair girl spoke, "It's nice meeting you, I'm Maeve and this is Daniel," She motioned toward the brunette boy and we exchanged smiles.

The three soon became immersed in their own conversations and my eyes wandered from each side of the walls of the restaurant. I observed the crowd of young individuals dancing on the polished floor.

Promiscuous girl, wherever you are
I'm all alone and it's you that I want

The music earlier was pure discordance, but now I understood the like for American music. Aamani gently elbowed my arm. "See anyone you like?" She asked with a childish smirk. "No, I'm not interested in anyone," I laughed. Maeve chimed in, "Well you should go dance out there! Maybe you'll meet some people."

I guess I could scout for Mattia's potential presence here, this place was swarmed with teenagers and young adults. "Sure, I'll give it a try." I made my way through the crowd, my body flowing to the music's rhythm, but I made sure to stay vigilant. My eyes scanned one corner, then the next, and suddenly there he was.

Mattia Bernardi.

His hands roamed the body of a familiar blonde girl, who seductively danced on him. Her head turned, and her blonde hair revealed her face. It was Delaney.

I neared him closer, pretending as if the jostling crowd was pushing me.

As I reached a reasonably close spot to him, I began to sway my hips once again and wave my arms along to the music like the crowd. I made sure to pierce my eyes onto him. I needed him to feel the burn of my gaze.

With how jam-packed the crowd was, I could've just stabbed him right there and then, but the consequences from Victor would be unspeakable. The scars on my waist and legs spoke enough.

His head turned to me, and I rapidly turned my head away from him, still dancing along to the music. I turned my head and finally, our gazes met. His eyes were a dark brown, yet not as dark as mine. I briefly smiled at him and conceived to brush him off, dance again, repeat.

On the third glance, his hands suddenly dropped from Delaney and he moved his way toward me. His warm touch to the small of my back sent goosebumps throughout my body. I smiled at him, but my eyes had to play the game.

The Art of Seduction. It was as simple as that, and every time my men ceded.

I gently brushed his hand off me, but his hand found its way toward my hip and turned me around to him. He pulled me in closer. His large, towering build engulfed me. Maybe killing him would be harder than I thought.

His free hand, lifted my chin up to meet his gaze. A grin was tucked at the corners of his lips. He whispered into my ear, "Mi sono perso nei tuoi occhi."