Romans & histoires Psychopath Smirk

I said with a low voice but there was a lot of weight in that voice and he knew better not to joke with me. He straightened his suit, standing up to his feet, and adjusting his shirt. He smiled at me, looking exactly as a psychopath would look. “Let’s see how long you can protect her,” he said.

he asked, his voice a smooth, low purr that made me want to claw his eyes out. "You're a fucking psychopath!" I snarled, my hands clenching into fists against the leather. "You brought me all the way up here, you strip me bare, you get me right on the fucking edge, and then you pull back? You manipulative, limp-dick piece of garbage!" His smile widened, his dark eyes flashing with a predatory, mocking amusement. "Watch your mouth, sweetheart. The only thing limp here is your ability to maintain composure. Look at you. You’re practically vibrating."

His eyes are a bit crazed. “Smile again for me Sorahiko”. This goddamn psycho.

Like he was born to ruin the peace. He walked through the boutique’s glass doors as if he owned them. Like chaos incarnate, here for a leisurely stroll through velvet and lace. And then he looked at me. Smirked. That smirk. The same fucking smirk I hadn’t seen in years. But one that haunted me more often than I’d ever admit. Arrogant. Mocking. A smirk that always came with destruction trailing behind it. My throat tightened. My blood iced. My heart… just paused. Just for a second. But it was enough.

I asked, smiling as I twirled my hair. “No. If you had, I’d have been disappointed. I mean, someone Dante went above and beyond not to kill? I’d have hated it if you were mediocre,” he replied, and I smiled, winking at him. “Well, I mean, I am a psychopath.” I was going to own it. It was who I was, anyway. There was silence on the other end, and the man didn’t say anything. He’d probably left the room. He didn’t turn off the light, so maybe he was just watching me. Either way, I didn’t care. I was fine with that.

His tone lowered like a stone dipped in water. His words made my stomach turn, what type of a psychopath is this? Every inch of my body wants to punch this man in the face. He wrapped his right arm around my neck and then yanked me closer to him. I felt his hot breath the minute it touched my skin sending chills down my spine. His grip became tighter as I struggled to move my body but to no use. My chest heaved and he liked it, I saw it in his eyes. He glanced down with a very dangerous smirk on his face. I immediately shrunk under his gaze.

I smirk. ##########

Because he was still in the middle of the humans in the humans-world, he didn’t dare to act out so blindly and carelessly. Virando was seen somewhat squinting his eyes. Subsequently, he already showed his cynical and taunting smirk in the next tick-tock of the seconds. By solely staring at the man for quite a couple of seconds, Virando could already recognize that the psychopath man in front of Wenny Kammal wasn’t an ordinary person.

, he asked, giving me a toothless smile. I kept quiet, almost grimacing, but knowing the change of attitude he would give to me if I suddenly misbehave, I decided to keep calm. "Baby girl?, Don't tell me you are keeping silence on me", I could feel the hardening of his tone, beneath the cool and smiley face. He's a psychopath, I gritted my teeth. "It's Sunday", I replied calmly, hiding the fact that I was fucking enraged. He threw his head back and began laughing hysterically, with his both hands thrown behind the couch.

"You’re being weird. Even for a psychopath." I expected him to growl. I expected him to throw my hand off and roar about respect. But beneath my palm, I felt his cheekbones shift. My breath hitched. I could see the edges of his mouth—the cruel, hard line that usually dictated life and death—soften. It curved upward, slowly, into a genuine, soft smile. It wasn't a smirk of triumph or a cold grin of malice. It was… sweet. The most feared man in the country was smiling because I’d scolded him.