He sits on the couch surrounded by girls clinging onto his arms. But none of them interest him, until he spots her. She sways her hips to the beat as she dances and laughs with her friends carelessly. He watches her, captivated by her movements. She wears a little black dress that is a bit too short but it somehow manages to show off every curve on her body. She looks up pushing her dark brown hair out of her face as she scans the crowded club and when her innocent eyes meet his, he doesn't look away but merely stares back at her with a mischievous grin. He had always wanted a good girl that can be bad just for him.
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Demure// h.s
FanfictionHe took one look at her, and he knew she was the perfect kind of trouble: a good girl who knows exactly when to be bad.
