(Mr. MarchxOC)
I sat on the love seat quietly, my hands folded on my lap as he watched me. He was terrifying, the way he held himself murderous.
I didn't dare look at him, but I could feel his eyes burning into me. "Such...uniqueness." I frowned confused as I looked up, meeting his gaze for only the second time. "Such a beauty, indeed."
I took in his appearance; a pinstriped suit, black hair combed back, slim mustache and piercing dark eyes. He was attractive, yes, but thinking that would be the end of me.
He smirked, obviously aware of my wondering eyes as I looked him over, and I blushed looking away. "If you're going to kill me just do it."
He sat up straight, eyeing me. "And why would I do that, hm?"
I looked up at him, "Because I don't play games." His eyes flared with excitement as he stood, slowly moving towards me. I set my hands on the cushions gripping the edges. He leaned over me, placing one hand on the back of the seat as he looked down at me menacingly.
"My dear, if I were going to kill you I would be covered in your blood already." he hissed, sending a shiver down my spine. His scent was inviting, drawing me in. "Then, why-"
He interrupted me, licking his lips. "I need some permanent company, and I find you...thrilling?" I let out a small gasp, eyes wide.
He chuckled before his expression became serious, yet almost seductive. "I promise you will enjoy the games I play."
And I'm ashamed to say I did...
