Since the Draft left a lot of people upset and disappointed, I'm going to go on an updating spree.
Which explains why I'm writing a new story when I should finish others first.
Set in AU. In case you missed it in the summary.
It was the early hours of the night. Clouds blocked out all sources of light in the sky, with not even the moon breaking out from their tyranny. The city streets were still busy as the nightlife was in full swing: people walking in large groups towards clubs, chattering incessantly about the day's gossip. Vehicles raced by pedestrians, the people behind the wheel headed to nowhere and everywhere.
Even at one in the morning, the streets were as crazy as during the day.
In a way, he almost preferred it like this. Nobody would notice him walking amongst them. Just another face in the city, another person headed towards a bar or a club. It would all be generalization, of course. Neither place held any appeal to him and he often wondered what their appeal was to others.
Still, he walked along the streets, hands shoved deep within his jeans. A smirk crossed his lips as he pulled at the tight fabric, knowing full well that they were already as tight as they were going to get. It was degrading to himself, but he knew the unforgiving fabric was showing off his most distracting feature: his ass. For as long as he could remember, females would comment on how tight and firm it looked, as well as how round it was. At first, he thought it was rude how complete strangers would comment about his ass. Now, he used it to his full advantage.
Tonight was no different.
He could feel a set of eyes lingering on him, watching him as he walked. There was the temptation to find the source, but he could risk losing their attention. Instead, his smirk only widened into a grin as he raked his fingers through his midnight black hair, pushing it away from his face.
Without trying too hard, he could tell that whoever was watching him was fixated with his behind.
'It shouldn't be long before –'
"Excuse me?" There was a light tap on his shoulder that made him stop and turn around.
The young woman in front of him couldn't have been more than twenty-one, possibly twenty-two. Her bleach blonde hair hung loosely around her face, her eyes shimmering in the dim streetlight. If he hadn't have known any better, he would have guessed her to be a prostitute from the way she was dressed. Her breasts were barely concealed in an outfit that looked like it belonged in the bedroom, not out on the streets. There was nothing even remotely attractive about the woman that led to his fascination with her.
It wasn't hard for him to fake a charming smile as he brushed his hair back again, despite how violated he felt with her eyes looking him up and down. Still, he never faltered as she started to talk again.
"Umm... I was just trying to find my way to Zero Gravity. You wouldn't happen to know where that is, would you?"
He actually had no clue where this place was, but that didn't stop him for a moment. "Yeah, of course I do. Who doesn't?"
If possible, his smile grew at the way she blushed, obviously flustered.
'Too easy.' He thought as he allowed her to rest her manicured hands on his bicep as he led her a few streets down.
As she talked mindlessly to him, he paid little attention to her and more attention to the streets. The further they walked, the less people there seemed to be. It didn't take long before they were completely alone.
"Where are we?" she asked, looking around before looking up at him. "I thought you said you were taking me to Zero Gravity?"
In an instant, he had her pinned against a building. A laugh passed through his lips as his companion wriggled uselessly against him.
She stopped trying to break free as she looked up at him, terror distorting her already unattractive face. Her voice cracked and she stuttered when she spoke.
"Wh-who d-d-do you th-think you are?"
"I know who I am." He replied, his voice laced with lust and desire. Putting more pressure on his victim, he brought his lips to her ear. "I'm your worst nightmare."