#limctless

          "What could g-- you know what, never mind, every time I ask that something goes wrong."

❝ you’re funny. ❞ kyou laughed slightly leaning up against the brick wall looking them over. she knew they weren’t a threat to her; the demon knew she could destroy them easily. she was cocky like that. ❝ do you seriously not know who i am ?? have you been living in a grave for the past thousand years ?? ❞ tucking her hands into her denim short pockets she leaned off back onto her feet and took a few short steps forward. ❝ you really, really don’t want to get on the wrong side of me. ask anyone. ❞

The thick, cold night air made Tony shiver as he was walking through the alleyways, that were hidden away from the masses of people on the streets of his city tonight. Blinding neon signs, trash cans, hidden bars and restaurants had just opened tonight’s business while heavy rain started to pour, loudly dripping down from the roofs. The only thing Tony was wearing to hold off the rain at least for a very short while was his leather jacket, that began to soak, his voluminous hair sticking to his forehead and his temples, though he was holding his head low, out of fear to bump into someone who might–– might just know him from somewhere as he continued walking with his usual fast pace. He had just left from a meeting, that took an unexpected turn in interests, causing to blow the deal Tony had hoped to establish. His mind was RACING, RESTLESS and lost but at the same time, the low brewing anger inside him rose and his frustration made him let out a low growl, while he reached the ending of the small alley, leading into the main street of the square. It might be a great idea to drink his anger away with a Yamazaki whiskey. Or might make the bastard pay with his life for declining Tony’s offer. Adrenaline began to rush through his blood, the thought becoming more and more attractive to him.

Mindlessly walking, a wet but still burning cigarette in his right hand, he unexpectedly felt the impact of bumping into someone with his full walking speed, letting the cigarette in his hand fall, his shoulder thrown back by whoever he had just crashed into–– the train of thoughts he just had almost getting lost for the moment. For the break of a second, he just stood there, his face an expressionless unreadable mask, holding a cold aura  while he looked at the person he had crashed into. He could not deny, the first thing that rushed to his mind was that whoever the woman in front of him was, she looked breathtakingly beautiful. He had met quite a lot of models, high list celebrities and personalities who’s life would get ruined, if Tony would ever speak about their business with him. Which was mainly one thing; Drugs. But he had never seen HER face and he hoped that she had never seen his either.

He picked up the transparent umbrella, that the young woman had let fallen, probably out of surprise or startlement and offered to give it back to her, while his wet hair began dripping, water drops running over his eyelashes. “...Don’t wanna ruin your pretty make up, do you?”, he spoke, head tilted to the side, mouth slightly open. He did not wanted to make it sound like a threat. But somehow, he felt like he accidentally still did.