I guess this is some kind of AU? I guess? Idk. Requested by @Si_soyraro!

Sitting in the back corner of the club to go unnoticed, I sip my sleek glass of red wine and read the latest headlines. "Mᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀ Lᴀsᴛ Sᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ Lᴏᴄᴀʟ Pᴜʙ". When you're a murderer, a pub is a subsidiary place to be, especially when it's overcrowded.

A man I don't ken joins me at my table. "Could I buy you a drink, m'lady?"

I keep the newspaper over my face to conceal my identity, despite the fact that I'm wearing a mask and hat, anyway. "That won't be compulsory."

"How about a dance? This is a nightclub after all."

"I'd rather not." I peer abaft the paper and he's still there.

"Reading about the murderer, huh?" he verbalizes.

I set the paper on the table. He must not agnize me. "A pub's the impeccable place for one. So is a club." I sip my wine.

"Who knows? Maybe there could be one in here now."

I visually examine him suspiciously and pull my hat over my eyes marginally more. "Quite possibly."

I expect him to depart, but he still sits there. "You know you have pulchritudinous eyes," he verbally expresses.

I put the glass on the table. "Are you ever going to leave me be?"

He smiles a quite dashing smile. "Not unless you let me treat you to a drink or a dance. I've only just met you, but it feels like I love you, like I always have. Maybe we met once when we were young."

"Unlikely. But how about I treat you to a drink?"

"Sounds lovely."

I get up from the table and snake my way to the bar, rolling my eyes. Men can be cretins sometimes. I injunctively authorize a wine—the reddest wine they have. As no one is looking, I tap a couple shakes of my secret powder, and it commixes into the wine like a drop of blood in clear blue water. I give the man the wine and expeditiously leave. He prehends my arm afore I can.

"The name's Mike. Mike Wheeler."

I study his face. "Good to know." And with that, I'm out of there. Whether he imbibes the wine or not is not my quandary. They'll put it in the papers. Sometimes you just can't avail yourself when you're a ruthless murderer, such as myself.

I lost my only brother—the only family I had left—to a murderer. I sought revenge on the person and realized I didn't have my fill afterward, so I kept doing it until it became a habit.

Ooh that was fun to write. I didn't really have any ides as to what to do so I used a story prompt generator and it told me: romance, a ruthless murderer, a bottle of wine, "I love you," and my character has lost someone dear. I didn't meet word count though lol (it was supposed to be 750 and I only have around 450 oops). It actually turned out to be pretty interesting. I will probably use the generator again. Should I?