#datewiththedevil

For every “♡” I get I’ll give a tip on how to win my muse’s heart.

I assume you mean Dark and Anti? Or Jack and Anti? I’ll give them all either way, but if they weren’t the ones just let me know. 

Dark: If you’re able to play the piano, especially classical pieces.

Jack: If you appreciate his jokes and share a laugh no matter how awful they are.

The temptress had finally won his affectations. Finally captured the seemingly soulless being as she danced before him under the moonlight. The night they shared had truly been perfect. He, of course, had coordinated the entire gathering. The rendezvous. The transport. The hotel. The outfits. Although, she hadn’t been aware of that last aspect. He had been particularly critical with the gown. Drenched in crimson, with a lace bodice to accentuate the waist of her petite figure. It had been truly difficult to prevent himself from latching onto the vile siren and shred the item. To unveil the hidden beauty. And yet still she wore it, even when perched against the balcony frame, shining brighter than the moon with its curtain of stars. He began to stride closer, preventing himself from startling the captivated female. Was she lost in thought already? A daydreamer even by night. He wondered what went on in that brilliant mind of hers. Then again, it was only a mere gander that could reveal the intricacies he desired to learn. But, he respected her privacy as she respected his. Pressed against her supple flesh, he snaked his hands around her waist, pulling her closer towards his broad build. The scent she gave off had been intoxicating as he drew nearer, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of her alluring complexion. As eyes met, his heart skipped whilst a twinkle sparked a connection. Lost in each other’s gaze, Dark finally managed to break free. Fingers laced with her own as he turned to face her. The other soon had done the same. “Such a beautiful creature.”