it was over midnight when he finished his private sessions, and he doesn’t think twice about the writhing mass of bodies & limbs left behind. the stench of blood follows him as he ventures outside the building; a click of heels echoing against the hard stone floor. but just as he rounds the corner— he’s met with a familiar face— and her countenance is ten times more menacing than the night they first met.
he stared at her for a moment with half - lidded eyes before finally nodding in her direction. he walked deliberately towards her, bringing attention to his tight, skimpy, black ensemble. “ you’re still here, ” dion concludes, in an oddly pleased tone. against his nature, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. “ i am flattered, i really am. i didn’t imagine you would be nearly so bold. ” @svlene.
