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Nothing about today had been even vaguely different for Sebin so far. In fact, he might even call it comforting. It always was on days like this. Nothing interesting meant nothing bad. And then he heard the knock. His eyes flicked up, spotting the stranger and for a moment he froze, forgetting how to even speak to another human being before finally, finally, a rushed “Hi, can I help you?” spilled from his lips.

　　　　　　　　Lights bright, flashing in blue and purple tonight ― giving off that softness to the exposed bodies whom made a living out of the fantasy for their watchers. The music thumping hard in everyones’ ear drums, causing every worker to lean in close to share lustful words into their ears. Bodies work the stage, won being thrown to their feet as they danced the night away with passion, putting in their all to allure that ‘special’ client for the night, followed by others. The porcelain dancer however, wasn’t one to make the stage his own as of late, not tonight that was. Listening to in on a client talk about his life, himself for at least half an hour now ― His mind was blank as he twirled and danced between his legs, back turned to him, in his case didn’t stop him for putting his hands on the dancers’ hips. The song slowly fades out as cheers roar for the dancer on stage that the boy has been judging the whole time, picking up on their little errors and muttering ‘rookie’ under his breath.

Zsadist had gotten a text from a number he didn’t recognize, he was going to delete it until his eyes scanned over it. Holding off on trashing it, he read the message over again, and it just made him ticked off. Someone he knew gave this person his number without his permission and they wanted to meet up to discuss some things. What could he possibly have to discuss with anyone? Beside what he did for a living, Zsadist kept a pretty low lifestyle, he didn’t surround himself by many.

[Text; Unknown:] Where?

    𝓟𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓵 kissed lips curled into a demure smile as he leaned against the counter, the glass between his fingers slowly rising to meet his lips. Golden hued liquid sparkled in the light like a glass of burning stars as he swallowed the galaxies between his lips. “ Just a little something that I added to make this night more interesting. ” Adrian drawled, lowering the glass as he rose a brow and leaned in closer toward the other, “ I think it’s about time we get to know each other a little better, don’t you ?”

- - - The morbid piece of art that hung on the wall only kept Daebyeol’s attention for a matter of moments before something better, something much more interesting, stole it away. How WONDERFUL it was to lay eyes on him. The god honed in the instant he saw the clouds around the human, twisting and churning as if brewing a deadly storm. It was fascinating to see such darkness clinging to a mortal and that was all it took for Daebyeol to begin watching from afar. It was clear in only a short time why the darkness was there—and why it seemed to be clouding up even more the longer he watched. The male ( a little blond thing ) had his eyes fixated on a woman, almost looking as if he wanted to GOBBLE her up whole. The amount of time the male spent watching her was eerie and the deity could only wonder what terrible thoughts were causing such vile smoke to twist around him. But he loved it. Every swirl. Every twist. Every dark tail that snaked around. It was BEAUTIFUL.

   ❝You... You’re fucking more delusional than I thought. You know, this is abhorrent, you’re abhorrent. You think telling me this is going to change my mind?❞ David was a lot more bark than he was bite, right now. Something was stopping him from hurting the other. Perhaps it was the fact that somehow, what Adrian was saying, struck a chord. Yet, as ever it inspired anger in him. Foremost, he was a police detective-- he needed to maintain composer. He needed to uphold morals... but his morals died long ago now that he thinks about it. Everything was a futile attempt to pretend he still was a good person, but the moment he shot John Doe was the moment everything he believed in died. Yet, David paused, unsure what else to say to fight back. The reality was he didn’t want to anymore. He wanted to be a good man, but maybe it meant that he had to be a bad one first. 

   ❝Either way, what would you even do if I agreed to this? Call all your little psycho buddies and brag to them or report me to the police?❞ He breathes heavily.  ❝Not to mention I don’t want to be anyone's puppet...❞ Not anymore. David did his time. 

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