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•Chapter 19 - ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ...•

I stood there.... staring at myself in the mirror.... I must admit that I loved the dress... but this was too much...

However.... I had to do this.... to make Dark stay.... to make the plan work....

I found a bit of makeup in the trays of the desk....

I was actually surprised why they existed there - but I just put on the makeup... I brushed my hair and slightly styled it...

I then looked into the mirror again...

Gosh... I looked like one of those rich girls... -NOT IN A BAD WAY.

But I just looked like some rich gangster's wife or so...

I released a long sigh....

I opened the door leading into the corridor...

I honestly felt like in a fairy tale...

It's just the flow of the dress against my legs that really satisfied me.

I walked down the dim corridor...

It was nightime outside already... or maybe just evening...

Downstairs there was a slight glow of a warm light....

This was....

Romantic?
But why?
Why has Dark changed exactly?

I carefully walked down the stairs....

The candles were everywhere...

It dimly lit up the room...

And Dark standing in the middle.

As soon as he heard my silent footsteps, he faced me...

I couldn't help but notice something slightly red peeking under his lip... something almost liquid... I assumed that because of it's slight shine...

He started to grin as he saw me...

"See? You're perfect." He looked at the dress... and my curves...

He cracked his neck both sides as he stared at my dress...

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, he walked over to me...

To be honest, I was still somewhat terrified of him...

Especially when he slid an arm down my waist... as his left suddenly took my right hand...

He dragged me into the middle of the room - slightly swinging from left to right...

I felt my heart race...

He was trying to make me dance...

Dancing in the dark... with Dark...
Any fangirls dream, right?
But I was terrified...
What if I accidentally stepped on his foot?
Would he kill me?

Happily - as fast as he took me into the dance - he stopped dancing. He let go of me and grabbed my jaw roughly...

He stared into my eyes...

"Good... you're danceable..." he said in a seductive tone...

Suddenly, his grip forcefully but slowly started to drag my face towards his...

I tried to resist but his grip tightened painfully.... every move hurt...

I let out a small whimper and placed my hands on his - trying to bring his down...

Obviously- to no avail.

Our noses touched...

I felt his breath on my lips... so close to mine...