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"I am magic." A familiar voice stated as she added a few finishing touches to your hair and makeup.
You looked at yourself in the full-length mirror that was nailed to the beige wall; absolutely starstruck by your beautiful reflection. You had never looked this good before, and there was only one person that you could possibly thank for her helping hand—and that was Miss Yosano, of course, who was currently standing right behind you, proud of her accomplishment.
"He is going to die when he sees you."
You were still in awe. You didn't know that it was possible to look this sexy and still feel comfortable in your own skin without your insecurities getting in the way and poisoning your mind. You always felt like you weren't beautiful in the classic way, no flowing golden curls or porcelain perfect ivory skin; no piercing, lustrous eyes of many different colours unavailable to a mere human being. You were shorter than most of the people in the Armed Detective Agency and certainly larger than a catwalk model, but in your ordinariness you were simply stunning—mesmerising, even. Something radiated from within that rendered you irresistible to both genders. Men desired you, and women courted your friendship. It had always been like that.
You were perfectly imperfect—and that's what had made you so damn dangerous to others. People would often think that you were no danger because you were always looking so sweet, but honey, there was a reason that people had said sugar was poison. And tonight Yosano had really brought that side out of you; dangerously beautiful, sensual, saccharine sweet. Tonight—you were a heartbreaker, and tonight, Dazai was going to fall to his knees for you.
"Now," Yosano stated as she took a small step forward; resting her chin on your bare shoulder. Her warm breath fanned the side of your neck, and instinctively, your head tilted to the side. "We don't want to keep him waiting, do we?"
"N-No," the small stutter in the word had made Yosano feel strangely powerful; like she held something over your head just because of her mere presence in the room. It was something that you were not quite used to, either. Usually it was you who was dangling a carrot in front of someone, never the other way around, especially not when it came to a woman. "We don't."
"Let's go then, darling." Yosano stated as she took your hand in her very own. The coldness emanating from the silver rings on her fingers had seeped into your skin—but you didn't mind, it made you feel strangely relaxed. "I think you'll have every man in this agency falling for you tonight."
But before you could open your mouth to speak, Yosano had smirked wildly as she turned her head to look at you, sending a cheeky wink in your direction.
