Prologue

Adrien swiftly addressed and approached her. He needed his release. He was running on ecstasy and quick blow jobs these days. He had grown into a beautiful man, his angelic features hiding his demonic character. That was the irony of life.

'Ladybug probably refused to show her face because she was too ugly,' he would bitterly think while burying his sorrows into alcohol. The saddest part was… he wouldn't have cared. Theirs was a connection born of magic, partnership and… how had it grown to love her, and only her? Why couldn't he replace her although they hadn't shared even a proper kiss?

All those questions were for the past though. He hadn't heard of Ladybug in over five years, she might have retired, just like him. He didn't try contacting her these days, or anything that had to do with reviving the past.

He was living in the present. A very shallow and glittery one in the fashion world, surrounded by supermodels. And the future didn't exist. He lived for today.

Saying that, he turned to his interest, who was waiting patiently for him to finish his drink. She was already partly undressed and was looking at him strangely, partly with interest, partly sadly.

He drowned his drink in one gulp and got up, approaching her like the feline he could still be. He had already tasted her, and was taking his time in getting more. It was only interesting while the chase lasted. As soon as he would have her, he knew his interest would disappear, and he would move on to another one.

They would only share a few moments, hopefully enjoyable, and then part ways. He knew it, she knew it. With a devilish grin on his face, Adrien towered over the girl. Marinette was meeting him eye for eye.