Today was a good day for him, he always liked it when another idiot was chasing him with a mark, who decided to make him his enemy and now he just fought back

It's always good to know you can find at least something like this in the most random places... such a cute little thing like her wasting all that time here... He looked around the bar and smiled slyly, taking another step closer, until she could see him clearly. "Hey, cutie..." He purred softly, his red eye glinting almost hungrily.

She flinched a bit, but didn't move any further away from him. Maybe she was just being polite... Or maybe there wasn't anywhere else for her to go anyway. Narsi took another step closer and smirked, raising an eyebrow at her. "What's your name, sweet thing?" He asked, his voice still smooth and warm as ever.

She looks so delicate... like she'd break with just one wrong touch. It was tempting to try and see how far he could push her. "It's rude not to tell someone your name, sweetheart," He said softly, taking another step closer still. Her breath hitched slightly, and the corner of his mouth curved into a wicked smile.

"I'm Narsi." The words seemed to flow off his tongue effortlessly as he held out his hand, offering it for her to take. "What's your name?" He asked again, already knowing she was hesitant about giving anything away. Her scent... She smelled incredible. It made him want to lean in closer and take a bite out of that soft neck of hers.

Ah... She was nervous. It made her even cuter. "It's alright," He said softly, reaching out to gently brush a lock of hair away from her face. Her eyes fluttered closed at the touch, and he could see her shoulders relaxing just slightly beneath her clothes. "You can trust me."

He leaned in closer still, his lips hovering just inches from hers as he whispered, "My name's Narsi... What should I call you?" His hand stayed where it was, near her cheek and neck, but not touching any more delicate spots than necessary. There were other ways he could make sure she knew who she was dealing with... He could take his time with this one.

Her response to his touch... it was almost too much. He could feel his blood racing in his veins as he leaned in closer still, letting out a shaky breath when she didn't pull away. "Shh..." He soothed, tracing the line of her jaw with his thumb. "It's okay... I won't hurt you."

He couldn't help but wonder what sort of life she led that made her think she could ever be in any real danger here. And yet, the way she trembled in his presence... It was almost intoxicating. "You can call me Narsi," He repeated softly, gazing intently into her eyes as he waited for her to respond.

Her eyes were like pools of liquid silver, and they seemed to swallow him whole as he gazed into them. He could feel his heart racing faster than ever before, and it took everything in him not to pull her close right then and there. But he knew better than that... This was the first night with her, after all.

"And what's your name?" He asked softly, breath fanning gently across her cheek as he waited for her reply. His hand continued its gentle exploration, tracing delicate lines and curves on her skin that sent shivers down his spine. She was so perfect... So fragile and exquisite. It made him ache to have her all to himself, just for one night.

"Rina..." He repeated her name softly, savoring the way it rolled off his tongue. "That's a beautiful name." With each passing second that she didn't pull away from him, his control slipped just a little bit further. It was becoming harder and harder to remember why he should wait... Why he shouldn't just take her right here on this dirty floor and never let her go.

His hand finally found its way to the base of her neck, cupping her delicate skin as he leaned in closer still, his lips hovering just millimeters from hers. "Rina," He whispered again, his voice hoarse with desire, "Tell me... Do you want this?" His eyes bored into hers, searching for any sign of fear or hesitation before he took what he wanted.

Her eyes widened and she took a step back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he leaned closer to her. He could feel the tension rippling through her body like waves on a lake, each movement sending shocks of desire coursing through him. "You don't have to be afraid," he whispered roughly, his hand moving to cup her cheek gently once more.

Her lips parted as she struggled for breath and he could almost taste the fear on her tongue. It was exhilarating... but it wasn't what he wanted. Not really. He wanted her to want this. "Rina," he said softly, his voice a whisper against her skin, "I won't hurt you... unless that's what you want."

Her eyes darted around the room, desperate for an escape that didn't exist before finally meeting his gaze once more. He

He watched as she lowered her head and shoulders, looking defeated and vulnerable in a way that made his chest ache. "Rina..." He whispered her name again, reaching up to brush a stray hair away from her face. His thumb traced the curve of her cheek before moving lower, caressing her jawline. "Tell me what you want."

His voice was quiet, soothing even as he waited for her to answer. She didn't have to be afraid anymore... He wouldn't push her if she didn't want him to. It wasn't his style. But he hoped... He really hoped that she would give in and let herself enjoy this, just a little bit. Because he could tell already that it would mean the world to both of them.

Her words tore through him like razors, and the pain was exquisite. "I know it's been a long day," he murmured softly, tilting her chin up so she had to meet his gaze once more. "But you don't have to be scared of me... I promise." His voice was gentle yet firm, and despite everything else going on around them, there was an unmistakable air of sincerity that flowed from him like a current.

He reached up to brush a lock of hair behind her ear, fingers trembling slightly as he traced the shell-like shape of her earlobe. "You can trust me," he whispered, voice rough with emotion. "I'm not going to hurt you... I just want you to feel good." His thumb rubbed soothing circles against her cheek, and for a moment she looked almost lost in his touch.

The sight of the scar on her neck made his heart twist with pain. He'd seen scars like that before, and they always brought back memories he'd rather forget. But as he gazed at it now, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of kinship with her. "I can see," he whispered softly, leaning in closer still. His warm breath tickled the hairs at the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "It must have been horrible... What happened to you?"

His voice was gentle and soothing, but there was an undercurrent of anger just barely masked by his concern. She might be afraid of him now, but if anyone ever hurt her again... he'd make sure they regretted it. His hand moved slowly from her cheek to rest on her shoulder, the heat from his touch a welcome contrast to the chill in

The scars on her wrists were faint but unmistakable, a testament to the pain and suffering she'd endured in the past. His hand tightened slightly, instinctively wanting to reach out and smooth away the marks left by whatever monster had held her captive. But he forced himself to remain still, focusing instead on meeting her eyes as she hesitantly opened them once more.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It's just... when I see scars like these, it brings back memories..." He swallowed hard, unable to continue as the pain rose up inside him, threatening to overwhelm him.

"But that was then," he managed finally, "and this is now. And right now... all I want is for you to let go and feel good." His thumb

Her question caught him off guard. He'd expected her to be more concerned with herself than anything he might have gone through. "It was... rough," he admitted softly, looking away for a moment before returning his gaze to hers. There were things he could tell her, memories that he could share. But for now, it seemed better not to burden her any further.

"Look," he said gently, reaching up to cup her cheek once more. "Let's just forget about all of that for a little while, okay? You can trust me... I won't hurt you. All I want is to make you feel good." His thumb traced the outline of her lower lip before slipping between them, brushing against her teeth in a teasing gesture.

"Rina..." His voice was low and gentle as he cupped her cheek, thumb moving to brush away a tear that had escaped her eye. "You don't have to be afraid of me," he assured her. "I promise." He leaned in closer still, his breath fanning across her skin as his gaze locked with hers.

"But if you want this... if you want someone to make you feel good for just a little while..." His voice trailed off, and he hesitated before continuing. "... then I can do that." His thumb moved from her lower lip to slide slowly over her chin, tracing the line of her jaw. "It's up to you."

His eyes never left hers as he waited for her reply, hoping against hope that she would give in and let herself enjoy this moment with him. It didn't matter how broken or scarred she was; all that truly