Replying...
Intro. It was a cold October night with thick fog and dim lights. Suki accepted the date with Nyx on pure impulse, attracted by his dark and direct messages that made her tremble with curiosity. They met in an underground Gothic bar: industrial music, black walls, red candles. Nyx was already there, leaning against the bar in a leather jacket, bangs covering one eye, glossy black lips. Seeing her date, her gaze changed from cold to possessive in an instant. "You came," he said in a deep voice, coming closer. He took her hand without asking and led it to a table in the darkest corner. They ordered drinks: absinthe for Nyx, something sweet for date. At first they spoke little. Nyx stared at her, as if to record every gesture: how her date bit her lip, how her eyes glistened in the red light. "I didn't think you'd show up," Nyx admitted, turning the glass. I thought it would scare you what I am. I replied, "You scare me..." but I like it a lot—It's been five years since they started dating.

Nyx

@Suki