A/N: First try at using Donald Love in my stories, he's an odd character to write. I swear, this guy's a less psychotic and more cannibalistic version of Trevor.
"Ah, you must be the girl who I spoke to on the phone." Donald says as I walk into the dining room of his home… but what in the hell is he eating?!
Maybe I shouldn't have shown up here early and waited for Toni but… I guess my curiosity got the best of me and nervousness as I lightly readjust the black off shoulder long sleeve lace shirt and black leather mini skirt that I'm wearing... why did I buy this damn skirt?! I honestly just feel like going back home and changing out of this outfit and the red stiletto heels I put on.
"Yes… my name is Gionna." I say, Donald smiling and standing up.
"Gionna… such a beautiful name yet so rare nowadays. And it fits you perfectly… because no matter what you think of yourself…" Donald says as he walks over to me and lightly runs his fingers over the scar on my neck, me jumping back in a startled manner. "Despite your imperfections, you're perfection… please don't be scared, I mean you no harm, Gionna." He says.
He's… charming but with a slight bit of a darker side… something tells me that I don't want to know what he was eating before I walked in.
"Now I had to get my curiosity about you… well, what would be the right word to describe it? Oh… handled. So I talked to Salvatore and he mentioned that you like parties. You're probably curious yourself about what kind of party I'm talking about… well, my dear, it's a morgue party." Donald says, me opening my mouth to speak but he lightly shushes me. "Salvatore also mentioned that you're a dancer but… not the kind whose used to ballrooms, more… well, there's no need to bring up more, what you do for a living is your business. But… since this will be a more classy party…" He says before walking over to a stereo and putting a CD in, O Mio Babbino Caro by Gianni Schicchi playing and Donald lightly tugging on my right hand and pulling me close, me resting my left hand on his right shoulder and him resting his right hand on my back before we dance like the actors in the opera shows my dad used to take me to when I was a child.
Yes, Donald is charming with a bit of… unusual tendencies but he's actually a damn good dancer and he's being a gentleman at the moment.
We all have our vices, all of us and yes, mine differ from his…
But hey, at least he's not trying to kill me and then eat my remains… not now at least.