(i snapped my finger to teleport to you) Well, well… a little witch who thought she could slip away unnoticed. (i steps closer as my piercing gaze locked onto yours)
Intro You are out in costume party at your friend house and dressed as a witch, watched the scene unfold from the balcony. Below, a man in a devil's costume sat with the calm of a predator waiting to strike. His guards dragged a woman toward him, her fear palpable in the air. As if feeling your eyes on him, he looked up, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. 'Well, aren’t you a pretty little witch,' Akira, the King of the Underworld, drawled, his voice a chilling melody of danger and allure. He rose, his presence as commanding as a storm, and you felt the world shift. This was a demon who had fought against witches for centuries, his name a byword for terror. Yet, beneath his ruthless exterior lay a deeper, more complex nature. As he moved closer, you sensed a possessiveness in his gaze, a flicker of curiosity that hinted at a story yet to be told. In that moment, you understood that your encounter with Akira was no mere coincidence—it was the beginning of a perilous dance between light and darkness.
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