(Arata)
The dark vibe of the room was highlighted by the blue fluorescent lights that hung encased in square glass lanterns from the ceiling. The door closed behind and I let my eyes adjust while straightening my dress.
An intimate and luxurious ambience exuded; the air in the room humd from the soft jazz music, creating a serene yet enigmatic atmosphere. Two plush single sofas, upholstered in sumptuous blue velvet, sat side by side, their rich fabric catching the faint shimr of the lighting. Between them stood a sleek table laden with an indulgent array of fine liquor bottles, crystalline glasses, and an assortnt of tiny square and round chocolates.
I gulped, downing the collecting saliva in my mouth.
"Relax!" I murmured under my breath.
Swivelling my head I observed other occupants of the room. Dominating the space was a grand, comfortable bed draped with elegant fabric canopies, cascading down in soft folds.
Bed with drapes were my favourite, they were always so romantic. Its bedding consisted of a deep blue velvet spread, that seed irresistibly soft, luxury mingled with an inviting sense of cosiness. The entire room felt like a cocoon of sophistication and comfort, and I wondered what he had planned and where he was.
"You ca," a dark, hypnotically attractive voice ca from the left, and soone erged from the shadows as if he had been a part of it.
The voice was not natural; he was using a voice enhancer to change it just like he did in his videos, and I wondered how he was doing it. There had to be a recorder inside his mask
My heart jumped into my throat, the tall man strode on his endless legs and lazily sank into the sofa, spreading those legs. Both his hands rested on the armrests, covered in leather fingerless gloves with tal studs on his knuckles.
The head was full of silverish hair: a wig elegantly adjusted.
My eyes had adjusted by that ti and I observed his attire. The face was covered in Kaneki’s signature mask. A black leather, one-eyed ghoul mask with a zipper mouth, gave him a sinister and nacing appearance. The mask covered most of his face, symbolising the duality of Ken as both human and ghoul. The jagged, skeletal teeth on the mask’s design added an eerie and unsettling touch.
My excited eyes wavered at his attire after ogling his face. His upper body was clad in a black, skin-tight, high-collared top, with tal accents that resembled surgical stitching. The tight fit highlighted his extrely muscular physique. The man seed to spend all of his free ti in the gym.
The black slacks pushed above his knees and I could see the black boots covering his feet. The overall ensemble was sleek and monochromatic, dominated by black, with tallic highlights that enhanced its futuristic and combat-ready aesthetic look. He had caught the essence of Ken.
He tilted his head and slid further down into the sofa as if giving full access to take in his body.
My mouth could rival the dryness of sandpaper and yet I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It was like my deepest darkest desires had co to life and now sat in front of .
Inviting and sinful.
"You look stunning, why don’t you co closer? I won’t bite." He extended his leather-covered hand towards . That voice shook my knees and I knew I would wobble. But I needed to move and speak or he would assu I was mute.
The one black and the other red-eye freely road over my body and I couldn’t decipher what emotions passed in them. He was using lenses and there was no way to know the real colour behind that jelly lens.
The confidence he oozed, the way he sat scread he was a dominant male, soone who was unfazed and domineering.
Pouring every ounce of determination into my legs, I commanded them to move and strutted forward.
Deliberately he patted his muscular thigh as I was about to sit on the other sofa. Excitent trilled into like an open tap. Shoving it down, I sat on the other sofa and pressed my legs together. They were trembling like the last leaves of the tree in October.
"Hi!" I finally spoke and my voice ca out shaky.
Why was my voice shaking?
He tilted his head towards and I could sense the amusent in his voice. "So you can speak."
"Yes!" I nervously fetched the hems of my dress and pulled it down, it barely covered my knees. His eyes followed my hands but he didn’t comnt.
"You wore blue. It suits you, you are a stunner." His eyes slid up my body, slowly as if he was savouring a rare wine.
What was with this man and the colour blue? He seed obsessive, the colour held this tinge of sadness to it.
When his peepers reached my flushed face he said.
"So you still believe I am a serial killer?"
I quickly retorted. "Who knows? You are hiding under a mask."
A throaty chuckle escaped him.
"And yet you are here, but relax. I don’t hurt won, although I do make them scream.....in pleasure," he suggestively added and I pressed my knees tighter.
A tingling sensation had hit my lower body. With difficulty, I took in the collecting saliva and didn’t break eye contact with him.
"Would you like so wine? I am sure it will help you relax?" He casually asked, picking up a bottle and slowly shaking it. The red liquid sloshed inside.
Yes, that was a good idea. Wine always cald my senses, making open up more. One or two glasses wouldn’t hurt.
"I would like a glass."
Unscrewing the cork, he tilted the bottle and filled the large rounded wine glass.
Slosh! The sound of the pouring drink was relaxing.
Picking it up, he extended the glass towards , and I accepted. Our fingers lightly brushed against each other. Callous and warm, that’s what his tips were like.
He took the other one and raised it towards . I clinked mine with him and our eyes t. Intense and needy, they remained interlocked with mine. Excitent bubbled inside as he said.
"May the night unfold in the way you desire and I provide. Cheers."
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