His smirk was really lovely, and it wasn’t supposed to make me love him even more, but it did. His eyes shined in the dark, gorgeous black points reflecting the soft light of the old lamp in my basement and making me feel his adrenaline. He was a drug, too dangerous and forbidden to deny the pleasure to try it. He passed his red fingers in his blond hair, painting its strands, laughing so beautiful that I laughed together. It’d be a romantic scene, if I could ignore the new corpses between us...
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