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The room was adorned with an air of excitement and anticipation; your heart beating in sync with the rhythm of the upcoming plan. The benefit gala hosted by the Decay of Angels had finally arrived, providing a perfect disguise for your mission. The only reason you even knew this was going to be occurring in the first place was because of that time where you had successfully managed to infiltrate Fukuchi's mind, which also meant that you knew exactly where the page was located. You had meticulously prepared for this occasion, transforming yourself into a vision of ethereal beauty.
You, dressed in an exquisite angel costume, stood before the mirror, your reflection bathed in a soft, angelic glow. The delicate fabric of your gown cascaded around you like a celestial waterfall, its intricate lace and shimmering sequins catching the light in a dance of heavenly radiance. The celestial hues of white and silver adorned your form, transmuting you into a being that transcended the heavens.
As your gaze lifted from your reflection, a fluttering sensation stirred within your chest. In the doorway stood Ranpo, looking as devilishly handsome as ever. Dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, he exuded an air of mystery and seductive charm. His attire embraced the essence of darkness, with a black cape billowing behind him, its edges laced with hints of silver. The iconic mask concealed a part of his face, heightening the allure of the unknown.
With a confident stride, Ranpo closed the distance between you, his eyes glimmering with a mix of admiration and desire. He encircled your waist with his arms, drawing you into an embrace that sent shivers cascading down your spine. The touch of his lips against your neck ignited a symphony of sensations, teasing and tantalising your senses.
In that moment, time seemed to pause, the outside world fading into insignificance; the gravity of tonight's mission momentarily forgotten as stars danced across your skin wherever he touched. You could feel the warmth of Ranpo's breath against your flesh, a whispered promise of unwavering support and devotion. It was a stolen moment of intimacy amidst the chaos of your plan, a reminder of the love and connection that bound you together.
With a gentle caress, Ranpo's fingers traced a blazing path along your spine, his touch leaving a trail of longing in its wake. His voice, low and velvety, brushed against your ear, sending a shiver of anticipation through your body. "You look absolutely breathtaking, my angel," he murmured, his words laced with both admiration and possessiveness.
Your heart swelled with affection and gratitude, your fingers finding solace in the embrace of Ranpo's hand. "Are you ready to go?" Ranpo's voice, tinged with excitement and determination, caressed your ear, his breath creating an orchestra of emotions within you.
You met his gaze, your eyes reflecting unwavering resolve. "Almost," you replied, smiling sheepishly. "There's just one thing I need help with." With a subtle tilt of your head, you directed Ranpo's attention to the delicate anklet adorning your ankle, an accessory that constantly made you feel as if you were on house arrest. "I've managed to slightly loosen it, I just need help with taking it off completely."
