7. urban fantasy - vampire version:
"So... What brings someone like you to a place like this?"
The pretty boy stares at him for a brief second, like he can't believe someone like Naruto dared to talk to him. Yeah, Naruto knows he doesn't exactly fit the mood of the dance club. Everyone's in black, or dark blue, or silver. Flowing laced-up shirts and corsets abound, and leather pants. He's the only one wearing too-large orange jeans and a mesh shirt. Like he gives a fuck. Let's just see anyone kick him out!
"What brings anyone?" the boy retorts with a disdainful snort, and starts turning away.
"Looking for a vamp?" Naruto asks, amused.
The boy gives him a longer look then, eyes narrowed. Naruto bets it's not the question most people ask him first. Naruto can see a bunch of newbies in a corner whispering 'is he...?' as they watch that too-beautiful, pale-skinned face.
Pretty-boy is really pretty with his sleeveless turtleneck clingy top, though. Really, really pretty. Got the haughty, standoffish attitude to make a newcomer wonder which side of the food chain he's on, too.
The way that collar molds itself to his throat, hiding the pale skin and yet following every curve, it's such a tease. It's like he's saying 'as if I would show my vampire marks to you, you bunch of wannabes.'
He's not marked.
Not yet. But soon.
"What's it to you?" he asks. He's suspicious now. Naruto likes it better than dismissive.
He moves closer, already purring, and he grins his white, toothy grin. "Oh, 'cause that could be arranged."