"I always notice those eyes." You slurred, completely intoxicated following the party.

Now, you found yourself in his house, nestled within his room after he promised to bring you home due to your inebriated state.

He offered a smile, gazing at you as you sat on the edge of his bed, while he remained on the floor directly in front of you. "Really? What's wrong with it?" He inquired, his tone sweet and calm.

Your vision had begun to blur, and for a moment, you considered simply collapsing onto his lap.

"There's something... something mysterious about it." Your speech was heavily impaired, but there was indeed something unsettling about his eyes. They made you feel uneasy whenever you caught him staring, as if he harbored a secret deep within. His eyes, akin to those of a devil.

"Tell me about it," he said, his smile returning as his devilish gaze bore into you once more. He took your hands, gently stroking them. "Tell me what do you see, baby?"

Confusion clouded your features, accompanied by a growing sense of discomfort. Despite your long-standing friendship, you couldn't decipher the enigma that was his eyes.

"It's evil," you admitted, unaware that you'd spoken aloud, a thought meant to remain private. You noticed a fleeting change in his expression before it returned to its usual cheerful demeanor.

He released your hand, only for it to be replaced by his own, tenderly caressing your cheeks. "You look so vulnerable," he whispered softly. "I could literally eat you right now." His words were accompanied by a ravenous, devilish glint in his eyes.