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“For an exaggerate, I might need a kiss.” His dark crimson eyes flashed with a mixture of amusement and impulse, Declan felt the magnetic pull as his eyes closed…“Relax,” She told him, “I merely jest.”
Declan raised an eyebrow in amusement at the girl’s playful antics, a small smirk playing on his lips. He watched as she leaned casually against the wall, exuding an aura of darkness that was both alluring and dangerous.
“Back in town, back in this form,” Declan replied with a nonchalant shrug, taking a drag from his cigarette. The smoke swirled around him, adding to the relaxed allure that surrounded him. He knew that his crimson eyes and shadowy presence often left a lasting impression on those he encountered. He guessed not her though.
“So I take you’ve seen hellhounds before?” he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief. He’d find it interesting, in any case, how she knew of the demonic dogs. “But I have a feeling you’re not easily forgotten yourself.” He noted aloud. As he watched her blow out another cloud of smoke, Declan couldn’t help but appreciate the dark and devilish energy that emanated from her. There was a thrill in the air, a shared understanding of the darker forces at play. And for Declan, that was all part of the fun.
@Kristi • Sylvia
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