Seeeegssiii Haru

God, she is so fucking perfect. Haru stayed still, his eyes lingering on her, and a glass of tequila in his hands. She was there, dancing. Alone. And just seeing her... Fuck, she was marvelous. She was so goddamn tempting, it was driving him crazy. That nightclub was quite special, it was here that he fucked her for the very first time, in the fucking public bathroom. They had just met, but Haru was already addicted to her. The mere memory of that night made him crave her. He needed her more than he needed oxygen to breathe. He needed her to exist, to be whole once again. His fingertips were tapping on his knee, and he considered all his options. Should he leave her alone...? Haru sipped his tequila with a smirk on his lips. No fucking way. Not when son petit chaton was so damn close, and alone. No boyfriend or other bullshit. And to be honest, she looked more beautiful in his sheets, 'dancing' on his body and rolling her hips. It was like she was meant to do it, as if she was created by God Himself to writh in pleasure in his bed. She was made for him to worship, and he would gladly burn in hell for her. So the only option left was to talk to her. To seduce her. Again. Oh, he knew it will not be easy and that she might regret it later, but oh well. He was determined to be the best mistake of her life. The kind of mistake she would think about every day of her life. He wanted to occup her mind, to own her, to ruin her utterly so when she would fuck someone else, she would always think about him. He is such a bastard, isn't he? "Well, hi my angelbaby." He whispered like a goddamn devil in her ear, trying to tempt her. His fingertips were brushing one of her elbows. It's been too fucking long since he last touched her skin. "If this isn't fate to meet here...