Drawn To Danger

So I am finding myself next to Mirabelle on a park bench amongst so many others. I can see there is a deep pain in her eyes; now I am a man, and even more so, I am a Devil; I have no idea how to take a woman’s pain away. I might not know how to do that, but I know how I would like to comfort her.

Though she has just told me that she is married, do I truly care? My answer is absolutely no; I do not feel much for her situation, well perhaps I shall not put it as bluntly as that. My point here being that it makes no difference to a man like me if she finds herself in a bonded union.

I love the challenge that it presents, so what do I do?

I softly cup her face in my hands and gently wipe the tears away from her eyes. Her eyes pierce into mine as she is looking past me, the facade, the mystery, the man whose true intentions are not clear...and she makes me crumble...and I give in...

With every breath, every wink, every inch, I move my lips closer to hers