Dance in the Dark (2)
He was just still was looking at her silently, but even from a distance, she could feel the burn of his eyes. Languidly, he gazed her up and down without a word.
All at once, Natsuki felt so...violated. He better not have anything too specific on his mind...
She stood her ground and remained on her guard. At least she managed to keep standing upright and didn't end up crumpling on the ground in a heap.
He was already poised to attack; she needed to be prepared.
Automatically, her Ukaku unfurled from her shoulders. Her father had bequeathed it to her, and every time she fought, she hoped that she made him proud. What would he say now that she was so clearly outmatched? Run away?
He would never let her. She could tell from his stance.
Even from this distance, she swore that she watched him smirk beneath his mask. Curiously, he twisted his fingers only to crack a knuckle. Natsuki interpreted this as a warning. He was going to do something. His patience had come to an end
"Do you really th
TG - EXPIRATION DATE - Methods (pt. 6)
PART 6 – METHODS
1st Ward, Chiyoda, Tokyo; CCG Headquarters; Conference room; July 17th 20XX; 09:12 p.m.
She has arrived twelve minutes later comparing to when she was supposed to, but it was due to traffic. After removing her coat, she stood by the window, looking down at the glowing city lights.
Soon after, he came from the library, carrying a book. Instead of his standard white overcoat, he was wearing a plain, white shirt, a cravat, and black pants. He seemed less strict and less formal that way, though he exuded quite the attitude. Per usual. He had a strong presence.
For a moment, Diana has wondered… if he hasn’t been who he was – would she ever pay attention to him? If she knew nothing about him, he would seem plain. Handsome? Definitely, when you look him up close. But at first glance, still plain. Just an ordinary collar who lived an ordinary life.
That plainness… he surely used it to his advantage in his youth, before he beca
Amai | Yandere!Tsukiyama x Reader | Tokyo Ghoul
It tasted so...rich.
The gentleman with purple hair allowed his long and slender fingers to slide down the remaining stretch of your tongue until they popped free from your mouth. You were left with that quickly melting cube of sweetness, dissolving into a delicious pool in your maw.
Every single one of your tastebuds was tantalized, but it wasn't just from the chocolate.
You had been coming here for weeks now. Every day you'd find some excuse to take the detour after college classes so you could pop in for a little treat. At first the man who owned this place had treated you just like he would any customer, politely, warmly, always carrying himself very properly too.
Yet there had been a glimmer in those mysterious eyes of his from the first moment they laid upon you. He watched with an almost eager feeling as you surveyed the carefully crafted chocolates he had made, looking over every ornate display and transparent case with clear admiration.
So you admired his skills, and you manag