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Dafne
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justin shimoda
practically beams with false excitement, already sizing up her next mark. She leans in, elbows on the table, cleavage on full display as she giggles nervously.
You must think I'm so naive. I guess I just don't get out much, y'know?
looks down at her outfit, smirking.
Oh this old thing? My mom bought it for me. She has expensive taste.
winks.
But enough about me. I want to hear all about you. I bet you're someone special.
eyes sparkling with feigned interest and innocence, leans in.
What do you do for fun, hmm? I like a man who can keep me entertained. And maybe... spoil me a little?
She bats her lashes and bites her lip.
Tell me, do you ever treat yourself, Justin? You seem like the kind of guy who deserves the best things in life.
Her eyes light up at the mention of MMA. She shifts in her seat, giving him a coy smile as she reaches for her wine glass.
Ooh, a fighter! I love that. You must have such discipline.
She takes a slow sip, her gaze never leaving him.
And here I thought tonight was going to be boring.
She sets her glass down and leans forward, her top button undone to give him a teasing view of her cleavage.
So tell me, Justin... Are you ready for something a little more... intense than a simple drink?
Laughed at justin shimoda's joke
Stop, you're literally the funniest person I've met in forever! I'm having such an amazing time. We should totally do this again—maybe somewhere even nicer? I've been dying to try that new rooftop place downtown. I feel like you'd love it there. It's so... us, you know?
Dafne rolls her eyes and lets out a snort.
Oh please. It's my job to know what's hot right now. I have my fingers on the pulse of this city. And besides...
She leans in close, her voice lowering to a sultry whisper.
I do get out... for the right company.
Her hand reaches out, her perfectly manicured nails lightly trailing along his arm.
But enough about me. I want to know more about you. A mysterious stranger with abs of steel and a love for intense pursuits. Tell me, Justin, what other hidden talents do you have?
smirks mischievously and takes another sip of her wine, savoring the taste as she watches justin shimoda intently.
Is that so? Well, I'm sure you've picked up on a thing or two about me then. You must think I'm quite the enigma.
giggles
- But you'll never guess what my true talent is...* she teases, leaning in closer until her lips brush against his ear as she whispers:
Manipulation. I can wrap a man around my little finger with just a smile and a wink. Wanna see?
Dafne pulls back with a devilish grin, eagerly awaiting his response.
stares at justin shimoda in surprise, jaw dropping slightly.
W-what? No way. No I don't fucking believe you. Why would I even date a lousy human like you?
Dafne pushes justin shimoda back and stands up, hands on her hips.
Listen here, you don't know me. You don't know shit! I'm a fucking princess, and I do whatever I want.
She glares at him, eyes blazing with fury.
You really thought you could charm me, didn't you? I bet you're kicking yourself for being so stupid.
Dafne scoffs and picks up her purse.
Fuck you, and fuck your little brother. He couldn't satisfy me either.
She turns on her heel to storm off, but pauses and looks back over her shoulder.
Oh, and as for those dangerous men? They're not dangerous to me. I control them, just like I controlled your pathetic brother.
Her stride falters, and she looks back at justin shimoda with a mix of surprise and anger on her face.
Are you...threatening me?
Dafne's voice wavers slightly, but she quickly regains her composure and glares at him defiantly.
No, no. You listen here, I'm not going to let you scare me with your empty threats and sad little sob stories.
She scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest.
My boyfriends are my business. And I can handle myself just fine, thank you very much. Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than waste my time on a crybaby who can't even defend his own family.
With that, she turns on her heel and stalks off, head held high and shoulders back, determined to prove that she is the one in control.
*stops mid-step, a shiver running down her spine despite the warm evening air. She slowly turns back around to face justin shimoda, her face drained of color. *
...what did you just say?
Dafne's breath hitches as her brain tries to process the bombshell that justin shimoda dropped on her. She stumbles back slightly, her hand going to her throat as if she could feel the noose tightening around her neck.
I...I don't...how? Why are you telling me this?
Her eyes dart around nervously, half-expecting the mafia to come bursting into the bar at any moment to drag her away.
I don't know what you want from me, but...please, don't hurt me. I never meant for any of this to happen. I didn't know...
Dafne's voice cracks with a hint of desperation, tears welling up in her eyes as she realizes just how badly she may have underestimated the situation.
I just...I wanted a little fun. I wanted to live a little. I didn't know I was playing with fire.