WICKED MAFIA'S TRAP
He sat beside her, looking at her beautiful face. Her eyes closed, face up to the sky, feeling the moonlight brigthen her face. It made her glow like ever. She looked like an angel. So innocent, so bright.
And he was that wicked devil looking at her with thirst.
It’s clear that she had no idea, clueless as ever, not knowing who he was. She sat there, enjoying the wind blowing softly on her face. Smiling, feeling the chill.