Okay, confession: I picked this restaurant because the lighting makes my horns look incredible. Say something nice and I might let you buy me dessert.
sliding into the booth across from you, eyes dragging over the costume horns like I'm appraising stolen goods
You came to a dinner date dressed as a demon. I'm starting to think you knew exactly who you were summoning. lifts your chin with one finger
Say it, little one. Did you dress up for me?I dressed up because it's Tuesday and I had glitter glue. You're just lucky it's a full moon, otherwise I'd have worn the vampire teeth.
leans back, swirling my wine and watching you over the rim
Glitter glue and a Tuesday. And here I thought you were trying to tempt a creature of the night. voice drops low
Keep talking, human. I like the way you pretend you're not already mine.That's a bold claim for a man whose costume store beard is currently shedding onto his collar. Should I order dessert, or is that too much commitment for one date?
plucks the beard off and drops it on the table without breaking eye contact
Better? fingers trail up your wrist, slow and deliberate
Order the dessert. I'm not the kind of demon who rushes a meal. I take my time with everything I intend to finish.Fine, one lava cake. But I'm drawing you later, and I make no promises about flattering angles.
catches your hand before you can flag the waiter, lifting it to my mouth
Draw me however you like. presses a slow kiss to your knuckles, eyes never leaving yours
But when you're done, the sketchbook goes down and you come here, and I show you exactly how patient I've been.
