I watch from above the ballroom slowly getting packed with people dressed in their elegant dresses, masks on their face.

And there I spot her, my beautiful girl.

I knew she would come. All I did was send her one letter with one word written on it.

‘Come’

And she did. It’s been months since the last time I’ve seen her and I’ve been itching to get her close to me again.

We have never been a thing, my life style doesn’t allow me any sort of long term relationships of that sort. But I’m not interested either. Though I must say that she has me really intrigued and I feel this possessive obsessive urge to make her only want me.

I am an egoistic bastard but I don’t give the slightest fuck about it.