Seduction and destruction

34-Devil's night chase.-Indie

We stroll through the tunnels of the city, my hand held firmly in his.
The tunnels are bathed in a kaleidoscope of colorful lights, each one casting shadows and hues on the walls and the people beneath them.

I can't help but look around in
wonder at the people around them, couples making out and laughing together in the dim lights.
The music and chatter fill the air, creating a charged atmosphere.
Ivarsen looks down at me and smirks.
"What do you think?" He asks, his voice low and amused.

I turn to him with a slight smile.
"It's different than I expected," I admit.
"Everyone seems so... alive."
Ivarsen laughs, pulling me closer to him.
"That's the whole point," He says, his fingers tracing a pattern on the back of my hand.
"Down here, people let go of their worries and just have fun.Even if its for one day. They do it on Devil's night."

"Wait, so it's fine if people see you're the blue mask?"
He shrugged.
"I don't care if they find out it's not like they'll say something. "He smirks, and that's all I should know.
I can see the blue mask he holds with his other hand.

The music pulses through the air, a low thumping beat that seems to reverberate in your bones. Everywhere you look, couples are making out, their bodies pressed together as they lose themselves in each other. Some are gentle and slow, while others are aggressive and urgent. The air is thick with desire and a sense of freedom that's addictive.

Ivarsen leads me further down the tunnel, his gaze sweeping over the couples around them.
"See anything you like?" He asks, amusement in his voice.
I can't help but blush, my eyes quickly darting away from a particularly passionate couple against the wall.
"I don't know..." I say.
"It's just... a lot."

He leads me without saying anything to a secluded corner of the tunnel, away from the bright lights and the noise. Once we're alone, he leans against the wall and pulls me towards him, his arms encircling my waist.
Without saying a word, he captures my lips in a rough, possessive kiss. I melt into his touch, my arms wrapping around his neck as I  responded with fervor.

I melt into the kiss, my body responding to his touch. My hands clutch at his sweatshirt,pulling him closer as I kiss him back with fervor.
Ivarsen moves his lips to my neck, nipping and sucking at my skin as he pushes me back against the wall. His hands slide under my  shirt, his fingers leaving trails of fire on my skin.
He presses himself closer against me, his body pinning me against the wall as he continues to kiss and tease the sensitive skin of my  neck- and someone clears their throat.

We or more like I  break apart with a gasp, turning to see that little fucker with  a sly grin on his face,holding two girls  to his arms, wearing nothing but thin slips and disheveled hair.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" He says his voice teasing.

Around his neck...
Is that?
Yellow mask.Perfect.

Wait.If he is here.

And my sister and brother are here 'celebrating ' devil's night...

Like me?

What the-?

Ivarsen glares at his brother, his annoyance clear in his expression. "What do you want?" He asks, his voice harsh.
Fane laughs, releasing the girls and taking a few steps towards them. "Can't I check on my big brother and his little girlfriend?" He asks, his tone mocking.
I want to punch him in his stupid grinning face.

Ivarsen's arm tightens around me, pulling me closer against him. "You're interrupting something." He snaps, his eyes narrowing.
His brother smirks, not at all intimidated.
"I can see that." He says, his gaze flicking between the two of us. "Looks like you were having a good time."