Imagine Story Masquerade Ball Part 1
“I know it’s you, y/n,” E/n says to you as he towers over you. His eyes are full of something. What is that?
You’re still caged between his arms, backed up against the wall. You can see the vein on the side of his neck pulsing. “What do you think you’re doing, hmm?” he asks.
You adjust the mask on your face. Oh… this didn’t go as you’d initially planned.
At all.
You gaze up at him. He’s so close, and you can smell his delicious scent, and you’re thrown off by all this.
You roll your eyes at him, ignoring his question. “You’re a good dancer. Where did you learn to dance like that?”
“Dance lessons.”
“You took dance classes?” You giggle because the thought of him learning is hilarious. This guy?
He sighs. “I can be good sometimes.”
You throw your head back at that, laughing some more.
Then he leans in closer, and you immediately stop laughing.
His mouth is right by your ear. “But I can also be bad. Which one do you want?” he murmurs.
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