This girl I can't win?~ (Smexy x Reader)

~Night walk~

The moon shone brightly overhead and a gentle breeze tickled your exposed flesh. It was somewhat of a cold night and you were returning home much later than you had planned from your friends house. 

You'd been warned previously not to walk around this late at night, but you HAD to get home. A whole season awaited watching on Netflix, and you were going to get on it, even if you'd been told someone had been snatching women away in the night. 

You weren't scared.

You heard a violin somewhere out in the distance, somehow luring you in to see who was playing it. It was towards your way home anyway, so what harm could it do? It was someone playing a violin for fucks sake, they probably wouldn't hurt you. 

You found yourself at the source of the sound in a matter of minutes, a tall man in a Trench coat and a fedora that shadowed his face playing a beautiful tune. He was standing under a streetlight leaning up against the pole. 

"You're really good," You said. He seemed slightly startled by the sudden arrival of someone else and put his violin to the side.

"You think so?" He asked. His voice was deep and husky... But it didn't really affect you any.

"Yeah, I've never heard a tune like that before. Did you write that one yourself?" You asked.

He shook his head. "Not exactly. Someone taught it to me a long time ago..." He tilted his head up enough to where you could see his face... Except some of it was missing? You could only see a fanged smile, no more and the rest of him was ghostly pale, a blank slate. "You're pretty good yourself, I mean if you've seen the mirror you've probably seen those perfect features mmmm?~" Hadn't you been warned by that face by someone you knew? You suddenly felt a pang of fear starting in your chest. This guy was not normal, and who knew what he could do to you. 

He must have sensed your fear, for when you started backing away he gently grasped your arm. "Hey, don't worry, I won't hurt you. I've heard there are some pretty nasty people running about. I don't happen to be one of those knaves, so don't be scared of me, I'll make sure you get home safe," He said.

You squirmed out his reach and backed up a little. "How do I know I can trust you? You might just return to my house later and whisk me away since you'll know where I live," You answered.

His smirk increased in size, sending shivers down your spine. "You're a little smarter than you look, I'll give that one to ya. How about this, if I give you something of mine I hold special, will you trust me then? It'd be me holding a lot of trust in you to keep it safe. How about it?"

You thought about it. He probably wouldn't leave you alone anyway so you might as well go with his plan. You nodded.

"Good. This is very delicate, so please be careful with it." He held a rose out to you, one of your favorite colors in it's gentle petals. "For you, beautiful."