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His piercing gaze went downwards, so low that I thought his eyes closed. I thought perhaps, he was finding it difficult to figure out where to start from, but instead, he raised those lovely eyes just as slowly as he'd lowered them. However, this time, I saw they were a thirsty red—a glowing red.
"Does this vampire look like he's ready to actually propose to you?" He asked with a smirk that made him the very reincarnation of Lucifer.
He twirled me around with the heightening music, and as I relaxed back into his embrace, his hand back on my little waist, I fixed him with a look of disdain.
"You promised," I reminded him, my hand tightening on his shirt.
"Well, I lied," he sang, his haunting tune matching the music, as we moved backwards.
Why was he so blessed with everything except a proper attitude? His voice was marvelous, but his personality was the complete opposite.
