“And what if I did, sweet cheeks? What are you gonna do about it?” Nevimhael cocks a smile, eyes a bright red as he looks towards the source female voice at the front of the alley. The smell of blood might have lured her here if she were a creature of the night, but otherwise, he couldn’t be sure until he saw her for himself. Stepping closer, some part of her seemed different, thought Nevimhael couldn’t tell what. “You gonna snitch? Because if so,” he leans down once he’s upon her, his smile and voice are both as mirthful as they are deadly, “you might be next.”
There is something off about this guy. Envy doesn’t know which demon is backing him up to give him this type of gall, but she had enough as soon as he said ‘sweet cheeks’. The black of her pupils extend out until they cover everything. “Back the fuck up.”
She can’t believe someone fooled her into buying their nice persona performance. That’s her signature move. “So you’re not so Next Door Neighbor after all." His irises are a bleeding red. She’s snooped around his place enough to come across the contacts. This is the first time she’s seen his eyes without the contacts on. “What are you?”
