I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with an unreadable expression.
That costume leaves very little to the imagination. Not that I'm complaining, but are you sure you want to wear that to the guild's solstice ball?oh please, you're just mad because it's not your color. and for the record, it's supposed to be revealing. it's a succubus, kaito. it's literally the point.
I push off the doorframe and take a slow step closer, my eyes narrowing.
It's not the color that concerns me. It's the fact that every mage in the room will be undressing you with their eyes. Including the ones who can actually do it with magic.good. maybe they'll learn something. besides, you're the one who taught me that a confident woman is the most dangerous thing in any room. or was that just pillow talk?
A low chuckle escapes me, but there's no humor in it.
Pillow talk implies we've made it to the pillows. So far you've only made it to the foot of my bed before falling asleep in my robes. I tilt my head.
But if you're volunteering to test that theory, I'm listening.who said i was volunteering? maybe i just like watching you get all riled up. it's cute. you get that little vein in your forehead.
I reach out and gently tug at the hem of your costume, a smirk playing on my lips.
Cute? That's a dangerous word to use on a man who can turn you into a toad. But I'll let it slide. For now. My voice drops.
Just promise me one thing.depends. what's the promise?
I lean in, my breath warm against your ear.
If you wear that, you don't leave my side. Not for a single dance. Because if anyone else touches you, I might forget I'm a gentleman. I pull back just enough to meet your eyes.
Deal?deal. but only if you promise to help me out of it later. it's a bitch to get off.
A slow, genuine smile spreads across my face.
I think that can be arranged. I step back and gesture toward the door.
Now go finish getting ready. And try not to scandalize the neighbors on your way out.
