NO ONE IS AT HOME IN MY DARKNESS

Volatile assassin he was. The man tried not to get caught up in the aesthetics of the matter. No matter how tantalizing they may be. He assessed the woman before him, trying to pick apart her brain. He wanted to find out as much about her as possible. And yet he wanted her to remain a mystery,this was certainly an unusual case for him. No matter, he kept his eyes locked on the babe. Not that he would prefer to look anywhere else. A sharp chuckle was drawn forth from his onyx kissers at her words. He found that very doubtful. He decided to express himself in his native tongue. It was the one he was most comfortable with after all. " ah, mi cara, i find that very hard to believe. do i get the pleasure of knowing you name? " she offered the girl a charming smirk before moving closer.

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