"Is this the "match" thing, he talked about?" I mumbled still drunk from his very presence, as he pushed me back, till my back hit the wall a little loudly, yet I couldn't be bothered to take my eyes off of him. Those perfect dark locks, framing his sharp features and distinct jawline. But the thing I found so undeniable attractive in him, wasn't his beauty, it was his eyes, and that ever so wicked, yet seductive smile, suggesting he will for sure ruin my life.
He ran his fingers through my body, up to my neck and gently grabbed my throat, as he looked down into my eyes, leaning into a kiss that I at first protested but embarrassingly soon invited by opening my mouth for him.
As he left me gasping for air, he continued mere inches away from my face.
"Demons have matches... usually they
