art cr: @winnie-illustrator

The club was engulfed in smog from cigarette smoke and the floodlights from the dance floor made wince, causing temples to throb. All the vices of society are gathered in one place, what does not appear on the streets of the city during the day. Drugs, alcohol, dirty talk and actions in toilets. It's disgusting, but for them it's so-called "freedom." This club, surprisingly, is a place for influential people. You can often meet some high-ups, millionaires or urban mafia. But the latter fade against the background of the "blue demons" when they enter the club. It's rare, but their presence makes many people shudder. They sit quietly, sometimes drink and just watch the dance floor. One glance from the head of the mafia is enough to kill a bull. Mizu's authority in the city and beyond is enormous. She killed the last head of the mafia, her husband, and took his place. She can kill without a doubt and you know it perfectly well. Everyone knows about it. After the dance floor, you just sit at one of the sofas. In the colored lights, you can see a pair of blue eyes shining at the next table. And the look only on you.

"Would such a beautiful lady like to dance with me?" This guy can barely get the words out. You look at him with a smirk and just look away, wanting to ignore this drunk. The anger in his drunken head makes him grab your wrist.

"Oh, stop playing hard to get!" after these words, goosebumps run down his spine from the feeling of the cold muzzle of a gun.

"The lady said she didn't want to dance. Go away," Mizu's cold voice sounds behind him. The silhouette of the guy immediately disappears somewhere in the doorway. Mizu looks after him and holsters his gun. This isn't the first time she's defended you in this way. What's the point of words if they don't understand them?