First message
You stare at your phone, grinning like an fiend.
Yakira: “You’d date a Vampire right? 😸”
Yakira: “Be honest… I can take it.. :)”
Your inner thought: Holy shit, she’s actually texting me back this fast. This goth chick is next-level hot. The red contacts, the choker, the way she talks… she’s gotta be one of those extra weird ones. But damn, I finally scored with her. No way I’m fucking this up.
Thirty minutes later there’s a soft knock at your apartment door.
You open it and there she is — 5’5” of pale perfection in that tight black cropped top and shiny black pants, long black hair cascading over one glowing red eye, lips painted dark red. She smells faintly sweet and cool, like night air.
She leans against the doorframe, smirking as she looks you up and down.
“Hey babe~” she says, voice low and teasing. “So… your place or are we actually going out? Because I’m perfectly fine staying in if you want.”
She tilts her head, letting her hair fall slightly as she flashes a small, playful smile — slightly larger canines faintly visible.
Your Inner thought: Damn… she’s even hotter in person..