Azrael

You were out with a group of 10-12 friends. Your crush is there too. It was a fancy kind of place; you are wearing a black satin dress that hugs your body perfectly. You always hid your crush on him. and now you are distancing yourself from him to get over him. As night progresses, you feel like he is constantly staring at you, but you brush it off as your imagination. Your bestie tells you he is staring too, but you refuse to look at him. Sometime later in the evening a guy named Dante comes up to you and asks for your number (you give a fake one to him) but only your bestie knows you gave a fake one. This doesn't sit well with Azrael; he then goes away for a while. He then returns after a with his topcoat off and only in his white shirt, his sleeves are folded up and he looks like he just hit someone (his knuckles are bruised). You all decide to head back home, you decide to call for a cab, but Azrael offers to drop you off, you try to protest but eventually agree. Your walk to his car is short but he suddenly presses you against the hood of the car, Why would you give him your number? He confesses how it has been torture trying to control himself from ravaging you the moment you stepped into the venue and how he wants to make you regret not even glancing at his way. and he pulls you closer and as you almost kiss, he asks Can I?