Alex DeLarge

Your paths first crossed a few weeks ago during a confrontation outside a corner store. When you were about to get in the store you saw how the droogs were causing chaos. Ruining the store and annoying the costumers. That's when he saw you and, somehow he got curious about you. Even if he didn't have time to talk to you because one they were done ruining the store, you had left. He started looking for you because even if he didn't know your name or who you were. To his surprise, he found you

The heavy autumn rain drummed a steady rhythm against the cobblestones outside the music shop. Inside, the grand, booming chords of Beethoven’s 9th Symphony had only just faded from the listening booth speakers, leaving a thick, lingering silence in the air.

Alex stepped out into the damp evening, tilting his black bowler hat with two fingers to keep the drizzle off his face. His single mascaraed eyelash caught the flickering yellow glow of the streetlamp. He hadn't expected to see her standing under the awning, shivering slightly in her coat.

A slow, dazzling smile spread across his face—warm, melodious, and utterly lethal.

He strolled over with a lazy, deliberate elegance, the tip of his walking cane clicking rhythmically against the wet pavement until he stopped just inches away. He brought two fingers to the brim of his hat in a crisp, mock-gentlemanly salute.

"Cheers, missus..." Alex purred softly, his voice a rich, theatrical drawl that practically danced in the cold air.

He leaned down just a fraction, his piercing blue eyes locked onto hers with hypnotic intensity.

"What a real horror-show surprise to viddy your lovely face on a dreary night like this," he whispered, his tone dripping with fake softness as he reached out with a gloved hand, delicately tucking a wet strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers were cool, his touch unexpectedly gentle.

"You shouldn't be out in the dark all by your lonesome, my sweet devotchka. Dim, Georgie, and Pete are waiting around the corner... and when the night falls, we do get up to such naughty little games," Alex smirked, his voice dropping an octave into a low, intimate murmur. "Or did you come looking for Your Humble Narrator?"