Clubbing with some friends on a normal Friday night seemed alright, no harm, no fights, just having a good ol' time. Drinking some tequila and looking at the people dancing from the bar, you sighed, wishing you would find a good companion, your friends already with someone and having their best time. Don't get it wrong. Many men had tried to catch your eyes, but every guy was the same, boring, nothing interesting, nothing special.
After finishing your glass of the intoxicating liquid, you went to the bathroom, looking in the mirror and trying your best to keep fully sane. You were bored and more than that, in a very bad mood. Your boss kicked you out, saying you were way too much trouble, your boyfriend broke your heart one week ago and still that little fucker always was on your mind, but tonight you decided you would forget about the past and see the future.
Walking out the bathroom, you went outside, behind the club, where some people smocked or fucked eachothers brains out. Either way, the feeling was the same, the smell of cigarettes and alchol was filling your nose, making you get a little dizzy and it didn't helped the fact you were almost full drunk. You sighed and rested your back against a fall, closing your eyes, but they opened when you heared a chuckled, a dark chuckled coming from the dark part of the alley.
"My, my~...I should be lucky, meeting a bella ragazza, like yourself." he said, his voice sultry with a mysterious tint. By his accent you knew he was Italian. He stpped out from the shadows, releaving his dark handsome face. He had tanned skin, his eyes a redish purple that seemed to pierce your soul and steal your mind away. His hair was brown with a strange curl from the left side of his head. He was wearing a button up white shirt, slight open up to show a little of his tonned chest. His pants were a dark denim blue, his fancy leather boots glittering in the light from the moon. His dark sinsiter smile made you wonder if you should run or see what happens. Well, why not take a chance and get to ecperience something interesting and exciting in your life.
He stpped closer to you, so close you didn't notice how his face was just inches apart from yours. Your eyes have closed and full of lust and the sparkle made from the alchol. His fingers touched your hips, playing with the end of your short tight black dress. As your eyes locked together, your lips moved closer to his, like he was telling you in a mute way 'kiss me'.
As your lips meet, you could taste wine on his lips, his tongue, licking your lower lip, asking for entrace in a kind of dark way, seeing how earger he was. Dizzy as you were, you opened your mouth, not even thinking one more moment about what you might get yourself into. Your tongue danced with his, tasting eachother and moaning in pleasure, the night and scene making everything more exciting.
You both pulled away, your breath husky and a slight strong of drool contecting your lips. He took it with his middle finger and put it in his mouth, tasting the sweet drool and licking his upper lip.
"Tell me, what is your name, splendida?" he asked, moving closer to your ear, his hot breath touching your skin, sending shivers of mysterious pleasure to your core.
"[Name]." you answer in a quiet and shaky voice, not from fear, only from the feeling that you couldn't describe. He chuckled, licking the shell of your ear, making your breath hitch.
"What a nice name for a beaitiful ragazza~" you loved when he spoke in his native language. He was like a snake with redish purple eyes, hissing in your ear a spell that caught you around his tail.
"You know you shouldn't talk to stranger, right? Is very dangerous for girls, especially the revealing ones." he whispered, licking your neck to your jaw-line. You bite your lip, nodding, but you didn't care one bit. His fingers began to play with the back-zipper of your dress, pulling in slowly down, touching your newly exposed skin. The town were you lived was known for this type of guys that folled girls in alleyway, telling sweet lies and making the gorgeous womans their.
This one was however another story. It was like a new snake was in town, crawling trough womans, fellong every one, every night, every moment. He ruled them and you too, and you knew it. There was no way back. You made the mistake of looking into his eyes.
"You never even told me your name." you said trough grinted teeth, trying your best not to let the alchol control your mind. He chukled, pulling his hand back.
"I don't think you need it anymore." with that said you felt a sharp pain in your chest. looking down with wide open eyes you saw a fancy knife right where your heart was. Your eyes locked with his, your mouth open and trying to say something. He put a finger to your lips, shushing you.
"You just made the wrong choice to look into my eyes, stupid ragazza. You should have run." with that he droped you to the ground, stepping away from you. Howver, he stopped, turing his head and looking at you one last time.
"By the way, my name is Feliciano." with that he was gone. Your eyes closing and cursing in your mind one last time why you were so blind.
Because like every other woman, his eyes played with your mind.