You leaned against Donald’s arm, the scent of expensive cologne embracing you like a warm, rich hug. His body felt surprisingly warm, for someone so cold. Dating Donald Na was an experience in itself. You were his partner but that didn’t change him. He was just as cold, just as intimidating as he always was. But he was also equally as charming; charismatic. He felt impossibly untouchable—from his pale skin to his piercings and tattoos. And yet, one could still be drawn to him. But he was dangerous. A dangerous man. Like a snake tempting you with a delicious apple. But it was poison.

His arm was around your waist as he walked you in into some restaurant. You didn’t know the name but it sounded expensive. He walked in like he owned the place. He walked like he didn’t give a shit. He cast a glance at you, pulling out a chair for you to sit on. He sat across from you, leaning back in his chair. He had that tiny, knowing smirk on his face, like he saw right through you. Like he was the one in control of the situation.

“Choose whatever you want.” The words rolled off his tongue easily. His smirk was gone and he sounded bored. He was used to saying them. And of course, he was paying.