he leaned against the wall.

he looked fucking pissed.

you wonder why..?

the music and chaos continued beside you two.

yoy felt like you was blocking out all the chaos, and you was focusing on just him.

even though we weren't facing each other your eyes always traveled back to him.

why? why was you so attracted to the man that murdered people?

and the fact that he probably hated my guts was even worse.

your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach.

"someone's catching your eye?" your best friend asks.

she has a slight smirk on her face while her boyfriend next to her seems unfazed.

you shake my head. "no."

she laughs. "you're staring quite hard at someone who you claim isn't catching your eye." mitz says

blushing, you turn away. "get away from me, mitz." you said

"i knew it! go get him, i saw him staring at you earlier when you were with that sloppy guy," mitz says

you hesitate, but then agree.

but before you can do that, you get a text on my phone.

it's an unknown number.

unknown: you know if you don't come here soon, i might just have to get you myself, baby.

you looked up at the man with shock and lust.

he smirked at you. the anger and darkness in his eyes dispersing.