Going into fancy department stores wasn't usually something that you usually did, but there was a beautiful necklace in the window that you just had to see up close.

The store was packed with people, all of whom were dressed luxuriously in designer brands. The clerk at the desk was looking tremendously stressed, his short, fluffy blonde hair messy. The person in front of you was tapping their fingers on the counter impatiently, long, pure silver nails clicking delicatley.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. De Ville, there was a mix up with the jade-"

"Don't speak, just fix it. It'll do neither of us any good if you don't."

The boy in front of you turned, leaning on the counter. He wore a red, sleeveless sequined crop top, and an oversized black leather jacket with a brooch on it, the letters D and V encrusted with rubies. A pair of baggy black cargo pants sat low on his hips, and was pattered to look like white paint splatters were all over it.

He was very beautiful, with long black hair and a shock of white in the front, and a long jaw and strong Roman nose. He had monolids, giving the impression of siren eyes, and plush, fat lips, the perfect blend of feminine and masculine.

The clerk slammed down the phone, then shifted his gaze to you, his lip curling as he saw you.

"Our restrooms are for customers only."