Twisted Imagination (Luke Brooks) AU.
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❝I’m just a demented fallen angel, a dark figure of your twisted imagination❞ Luke chuckled as he paced around Honey, glaring at her with cold eyes.
❝Y-you’re not. I’ve seen you, I know what you are❞ Honey’s voice broke as she squealed from the warm sensation of Luke’s warm breath resting on her exposed neck. What a bad choice of clothing, she muttered to herself.
❝Tell me then! Say it to me, chant it! Don’t act as if you’re afraid, too late for that now❞ Luke proceeded to gently stroke his index finger at the top of her neck taking his time to slowly brush it vertically downwards. His cold touch lead to Honey’s breathing suddenly hitch.
❝You’re a psychotic vampire❞
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