"I never got to know your name, you know…"
You said while handing the cup of coffee to the dark haired Illusionist – who is considered to be your regular costumer. The other customers in the café you're working on didn't bother to take a single glance at your customer.
Not that you know the danger from this man anyways. You're a complete naïve twenty-one years old woman whom the person right in front of you wants to taint.
The others – including your boss don't understand how you could approach a killer – a Mafioso to be exact, without feeling scared at all. That's why when your boss found out that you're completely oblivious at whom the man is – they decided to have you as bait – so that they wouldn't lose their lives.
Placing the porcelain teacup back down into the saucer, the dark haired Illusionist opened his eyes and smirked.
"I will tell you, only if you take a seat."
He said mentioning to the chair across him, and with that you comply – even though you know you shouldn't be doing it. But something with this man simply made you comply with his demand.
"So, what's your name, sir?"
The said Illusionist's smirk widens, letting out a chuckle.
"You may call me Demon Spade, dear."
Hearing his name, your body tensed – you had heard of him. Demon Spade is the Mafioso whom everyone feared for their lives afraid that he might curse them with his glare. And seeing your reaction made him stood up and leaned close to you, lifting your chin with his thumb and index finger, lips almost touching – his eyes piercing to yours as if he could see your very soul.
Everyone in the café tensed, wandering what's going to happen to you. Though they're worried – they're afraid that if they glance at him – they would lose their lives.
"Are you afraid?"
He asked in his smooth voice, and you simply blinked as you stared in his eyes. It was then a moment later you realized how close your faces are, making a delicate rose hue crept upon your face.
"No. I am not."
You answered and his smirk widens, before letting go of your face and placed his hand atop your head. The others – including your boss – were surprised that the Illusionist did not do anything to you. That was then his smirk turned into a smile.
"Good. I wouldn't want to lose you just because you found out who I really am, dear [Name]. Not that I will let you run away that easily anyway, seeing as you entered my world of Illusions the moment you approached me…"