Gather all the sanity and purity you have left and start reading.
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WARNING:
Mature audience only.
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Please be advised:
This book delves into the depths of dark romance, exp...
As I looked over the costumes for today's event, celebrating Hades' 30th anniversary, I felt excited. We were all dressed in cherry red, with a twist—instead of bunny ears, we had evil corn stalks. I couldn't help but admire the elegant heels that completed the outfit. I wondered if I should keep them after the event.
The atmosphere was buzzing as 8 pm approached, promising a busy night ahead. I hurried out of the changing room and bumped into Blade unexpectedly. Avoiding him had become a challenge since I started working here; his charm and tendency to touch made it difficult.
But this time, I couldn't help but notice Blade's captivating costume. His makeup was expertly done, giving him a dark allure. He wore black pants and his bare chest was dusted with charcoal powder, highlighting his muscles. Crimson accents around his eyes and cheekbones added to the menacing look, while oversized corn decorations completed the ensemble with a playful yet eerie touch.
"And who are you supposed to be?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow.
He chuckled and took a step back, twirling around. I rolled my eyes at his theatrics.
"The fallen angel, my sweet deviless," he responded.
Blade had a charming way with words. He knew just how to make any girl swoon. Despite his impressive physique, wealth, and smooth talk, Blade was also an excellent boss. His demeanor was both playful and authoritative, and he had a knack for problem-solving. Having worked here for several weeks now, I knew that Blade was the son of Ace. While he shared his father's personality and mindset, his striking looks seemed to come from his mother.
I hadn't realized I had been studying him until I snapped back to reality and caught him smirking. As he took a step closer, I instinctively moved back, our little dance that had become routine during my time here. Soon, I found myself backed against a wall, trying to maintain a composed facade. He leaned in closer, his breath inches from mine.
"You know, bunny, you're disguised as Satan's server. Technically, you should serve me," Blade said, his voice firm with a hint of lust—or maybe that was just me. His eyes locked onto my lips. Silas was right; I really needed to control my ovaries.
He placed his hand on my waist, pulling me tightly against his chest. I could feel his arousal pressing against me.
"I love seeing you all scared and helpless, dancing on the thin line of loyalty. Someone doesn't want to break her boyfriend's heart," Blade said, before releasing me and lifting my chin with his hand. His intense gaze continued to devour me.
"I'll be on the VVIP floor with Nether at the bar. Today's event tends to attract special clients, and I don't need a crying, broken bunny," Blade announced.
