[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "When is a monster not a monster?" "Oh, when you love it." ______ Her dark brown eyes nervously surveyed each and every male's face around her and finally landed on a man who was busy staring in her direction. He was wearing a unique Venetian mask that covered his whole face, only revealing a pair of shady eyes that she felt were the darkest in the whole room. Eva wanted to take a step back but her feet seemed to have gotten stuck to the floor, making her unable to move. Her body refused to step back this time. She couldn't describe the color of his eyes, but they ignited a fire under her skin, and it was like he knew when his black eyes glittered with a harsh look. He was tall and muscular judging from how his clothes fit him perfectly, dressed in darkness from his inky hair to his black suit. Her throat went dry and she was suddenly uncomfortable. She fidgeted and crossed her legs, instantly regretting the move, because the man's gaze fell there and held for a moment before sliding back to her face with a glimmer. The fire he'd ignited under her skin pooled low in her stomach, reminding her of how empty she felt, how desperately she needed to be filled up. He was sin incarnate as he walked towards her and Eva couldn't drop her gaze from his. Her blood heated to an impossible level, making her hot all over. She squeezed her legs together and clenched her hands into fists to keep from fidgeting under his gaze.