Welcome to Tokyo, Japan. January, 1991. The world has entered the technology era, portable phones, home computers, internet, video games. Japan quickly became the epicenter of the latest and greatest. Companies and factories flourished. Where money was, people followed. And while many rose to live a comfortable, happy, and delightful life from this new found money... Others did not. You see, money has this effect on people that can't be outdone. People will do anything for it. And when it starts slipping into the wrong hands, it's impossible to stop. Benethe the day time laborers and the double-shift workers, a seedy underbelly of syndicates exists. Narctics, black market, organized crime, money laundering, you name it and it's been growing as fast as the upper world economy. While many do it just to stay alive, there's those who make it their posh lifestyle. Either way, there's only one question. What would you do if the money was good enough?
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Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
"You're welcome..."
Something about how Masakoto had uttered these words sent a shiver up his spine. His voice was entirely too enticing...so soft it ran across Eden's brain like warm honey. Oh the things he would do to hear more of that voice...how wonderful it might sound in the dark, whispered into his ear. Perhaps the little raven was getting far too ahead of himself, the alcohol in his system tended to get to him like that. In reality, it was likely that nothing would happen but...the possibilities were truly endless. He'd throw away Nobuhisa's paycheck in a heartbeat for a night with the red-head if given half a chance.
Though some part of Eden, the part that was aware of his capabilities, knew that he had a very real chance of having his cake and eating it too. Perhaps he could do god knows what with the ginger, and then lie and manipulate his way out of either of them suffering any consequences; though he had no idea about the business deal. However he didn't doubt that it would emerged unscathed given Eden's...particular talents. The last thing he'd ever want was this lovely man getting in trouble on his account; especially if he was doing something Eden asked for.
He could hardly help the little smirk that found its way to his lips as Masakoto agreed to accompany him...perhaps there was a chance after all; if nothing else it had significantly increased with that agreement. His skin prickled in delight at the way his name was uttered, oh yes he would move mountains to hear such a thing again. Some strange part of him loving the tone that the red-head had taken on; he needed more of that sound, it was almost as intoxicating as the drink he was handed by his newfound companion.
Gently, he took it from him, those baby blues flitting up to Masakoto - no, Koto - for a brief instant before shying away, that smile of his having gone soft and sweet like melted sugar.
"Thank you Koto..." He murmured, before gently brushing past the red-head and making his way towards the ballroom entrance, sipping upon his drink casually; as though he weren't sneaking off with a man who wasn't his date. Eden moved relatively quickly then, acting like he belonged there as he put a 3 ft distance between himself and Koto. If one acted like they were doing nothing wrong, it was less likely to rouse suspicion; if you acted like you owned the place then...well everyone would certainly look the other way. He didn't slow down until they were far from the ballroom, his black dress fluttering behind him and exposing more of that pretty leg the ginger eyed earlier. Soon enough they were on a different balcony at the opposite side of the building that was deserted; much more quiet and intimate...yet still breath takingly beautiful. It was only once they reached it that he stopped to breathe, to take a sip of his delightful drink and pull that burgundy blazer tight around him again.
"Thank you for coming with me, Koto, I-...it's a lot nicer than being out by myself or with Nobuhisa." He murmured, his voice soft and quiet again as he moved from the entrance of the balcony and to a metal bench against the rails not too far away. The black heels he wore clicking gracefully across the concrete floor. At least now, if the red-head wanted to he could venture closer...without worrying about any prying eyes. Should he have admitted that he enjoyed Koto's company more than the older gentleman's? No, probably not...however considering that Koto already knew Eden would need a strong drink to withstand the man; he felt that he was with safe company.
Perhaps his statements made themselves obvious but, beyond the paycheck there was nothing between him and the older businessman. It was yet another agreement, a contract employment that Eden honestly didn't need. He'd lied, cheated, and stolen so much money out of those who deserved it that realistically...he'd never have to work again and still wouldn't put a dent in that money. It was only for lack of entertainment and loneliness that he carried on working as an escort in the first place. If given half a reason though...he'd forsake the job within seconds and never look back.
"T-thank you again for the drink, it's delicious...!"
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Eden Rosair
I LOVE THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE WHEN I'M TEMPTING YOU
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
A gasp left the little raven then, his hand reaching out for his wallet that he had no hope of reaching. His cheeks flushed red at being teased, though at least it seemed to be affectionate teasing, which made his heart flutter in delight considering it was from Masakoto. This certainly was a good sign...but also a surprise, considering the other man had been so hesitant to touch Eden or any of his possessions until then. "h-hey!" He said, speaking with a slight giggle to his tone as he tried to get the black leather wallet back. Not even noticing that the bartender had left them until the ginger returned his money holder.
Tentatively, he took it back, securing it in his clutch, still giggling, with a rosy flush to his cheeks and the faintest glimmer to his eyes. "I just didn't want you to feel like you had to or anything...I-I'm not on your arm so...I feel bad." He replied quietly, a soft little laugh in his voice as he moved to cover his mouth slightly with a dainty hand. Though at the offer to buy all of his drinks for the rest of the night, his face grew red again, visible even through the fine makeup he wore. For a moment, the little scorpion was at a loss for words; everything in him wanted to say something that would likely frighten the lovely ginger away, though he managed to stop himself and just brought his fingers to his cheeks then. Cool finger tips pressing to the flushed smoothed surfaces as he attempted to cool them and looked down and away, a little smile on his soft pink lips.
The other man's teasing was certainly working on the faux faint hearted raven. Oh how quickly he'd throw away a 5K paycheck from Nobuhisa if it meant that he'd get a kiss from Masakoto...or better yet wake up in his bed after a slew of cocktails. Sure, he wasn't supposed to be flirting or gawking at anyone but his client couldn't hold a candle to the handsome red-head; who he would gladly accompany for half price or less.
Though suddenly, those baby blues flitted up again, locking onto Masakoto's lovely indigos with a shy, yet mischievous smile on his features, that crimson still on his cheeks. Truth be told, he was already feeling the effects of his first drink. Given how small the little raven was, and the fact that he didn't drink much or often, he was already beginning to feel that delightful warmth hit him; the excitement of a new free drink coming his way left him feeling a bit bolder.
"P-perhaps you'd let me make it up to you then, since I almost made you look bad and all..." He said, an innocently flirtatious tone to his light voice, his eyes glimmering more noticeably then. He'd give up that paycheck in a heartbeat to sneak Masakoto off somewhere with him so they could drink and enjoy one another in peace; without all of these judgmental eyes around.
Gently, he moved to touch Masakoto's forearm with his fingers, so thin and perfectly manicured, with that timid smile on his features. "Thank you by the way...you're so sweet to buy my drink." He murmured, praising the man he'd only just called handsome and kind; turning the humble, yet bashful charm on with an expert hand. A touch he withdrew from the red-head almost as soon as his statement ended, perhaps it would leave him wanting more. Though he didn't remain silent for long, the scorpion was on a roll now...laying his little trap with sprinkles of affection to lure in his companion; Koto certainly only had himself to blame if he got caught.
With that, he tore his gaze away for a few moments, enjoying the company of a handsome stranger and the sensation of his previous drink taking hold as he waited for another. The soft silken interior of the other man's blazer, along with the alcohol in his system, kept him delightfully warm and left him craving something to make his heart really pound. It was only then that he found the courage, or moreso the words given how much the young businessman made his stomach fill with butterflies, to propose something that might likely get both of them what they wanted.
"M-Masakoto I may step out for some fresh air once our drinks come...if you'd like to join me I certainly wouldn't mind; crowds make me a bit anxious."
Somewhere private, perhaps another balcony...anywhere but in the middle of all of these prying eyes.
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Eden Rosair
I LOVE THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE WHEN I'M TEMPTING YOU
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
Had he not had a bit more control, the other man's conflicted reaction to his compliment would've roused a giggle from the little raven. Something about it was endearing, cute in a way, he so very badly wanted to keep showering him in honeyed words just to see this reaction intensify. At least now he knew how to fluster the ginger, now that Eden had accomplished the feat once he was surely going to do it again at some point in the future.
"And why would I mind? You're a grown man; you can say whatever the hell you want."
Such words, especially given how torn the other man was over something so simple as being called handsome; only further awoke Eden's need to push his buttons. So much so that he found it difficult not to quip back with something alluring and sinister.
Oh trust me, you don't want me to say whatever the hell I want, love.
He thought as he feigned a timid little nod and sound of agreement with the flustered red-head.
"Y-yeah..."
Oh what he wouldn't give to see that blush more often, perhaps before the night was over he'd get to see more than that...What a dream that would be. Just the thought of it made his heart pound, it didn't help to see Masakoto run his hands through that beautiful hair again. Eden might've given half of his fortune to have such an opportunity...red hair just did it for him; always had and always would. So to find one that was...so obviously now attracted to him was a blessing. Perhaps he wouldn't fully destroy this one if the man showed himself worthy of it, he could keep him around just to look at; some eye candy for when things got rough. Beautiful things and people made everything better for Eden.
Even with Koto's flustered, somewhat abrasive reaction, Eden still joined his side at the bar, though notably didn't lean against it and didn't seem to have any issue with how close they were...if anything they could be closer; at least for Eden's tastes. Rather than leaning or putting his hands on the counter, Eden's dainty, black painted fingers kept that blazer pulled tightly around him. Given how much smaller he was than Masakoto in height and weight, it near swallowed him in a way that Eden adored. The softness of the silk inside of it, as well as the heaviness made it trap heat quite well; which pleased the little scorpion all too much. Given how thin Eden was, something he didn't necessarily intend to be, he frequently found himself cold so...it was nice to be warm for a change. His pleasure showed in the fair pink tinge to his cheeks and the faintest traces of calmness in those baby blues of his.
"I-I believe it's called a Rose Noire, it was really good..." He replied quietly, uttering the name with almost impeccable French, though as usual he lied; he knew very well what he was drinking. The Black Rose was one of Eden's favorite drinks next to the potent Vieux Carré, though he wasn't prepared to be that drunk tonight; especially not around Nobuhisa. He didn't quite trust the man to pay him in full if Eden wasn't coherent enough to force him, nor did he trust Nobuhisa to cough up the extra cash required for a "happy ending" tonight. In spite of how rich the older man was, he'd still try to get things for free; especially when it came to Eden simply because of the shy act the little scorpion put on.
The raven nodded in response to the red-head's question, it truly was the least Nobuhisa could do, paying for his drinks. Though that certainly wasn't payment for anything else.
"He is, fortunately...I appreciate that but you really don't have to...that's very sweet of you," He replied, a pink flush coming to his cheeks at the offer. Truth be told...he wasn't above getting tipsy with the handsome ginger. The way he saw it, that could only have a good outcome, perhaps then the other would accept his flirtatious comments and allow himself to live a little.
When the other made the joke about him needing something strong due to having to put up with Nobuhisa, Eden couldn't help the giggle that left him, covering his mouth shyly and looking away. He half felt bad for laughing but...it was even funnier that it was coming from someone who knew the old man in a different sense than he did. Perhaps the old fool was just tiresome across the board; good...but so very tiring.
"Probably...he can be...a bit much to handle," he replied, that little voice of his still soft as a breeze once he managed to quiet down his giggling. He shouldn't be making fun of a client, he knew this but...some part of him didn't care; after all the ginger said it first. Though he quieted down completely as the bar tender came about and asked for their order. Eden was fully prepared to pay out of pocket, given that his "date" wasn't around and he didn't want the handsome young man accompanying him to feel obligated.
So quietly, he released the lovely blazer for a moment to put down the glass in his hand for further use. Those light blue yes gazing at Masakoto, a soft look in his eye as he wanted for the other to order. One of his hands coming up to brush a stray tendril of dark, sleek hair behind his ear. If he was honest, he could've gotten lost in those indigos, they were as blue as a cold ocean and he would've been content to swim in them if he was able. Coupled with the hair and that height it was...it was something that made his heart pound . Masakoto was far, far too much his type to not be chased; even timidly or for nefarious purposes but...some part of him hoped that this new endeavor wouldn't end with another life ruined. Thus far, the ginger had shown himself to have a sweet undertone, yet an equally dickish and abrasive side. Perhaps with a bit of pressure, that hard outer shell would break away and leave him as putty between Eden's fingers.
Now that was an idea he savored.
It was only once Masakoto had ordered that the little raven spoke up on what he wanted, tearing his gaze away begrudgingly from his companion to fish his wallet from the clutch that his date required him to carry at his side. He truly was fully prepared to buy his own drink, though if Masakoto did it well...he might just have to reward him; if the ginger would allow it.
"Another Rose Noire, please."
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Eden Rosair
I LOVE THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE WHEN I'M TEMPTING YOU
Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
In truth, Eden knew he was attractive, he had the list of victims...or failed suitors...to prove it, however hearing it from someone he also found attractive certainly boosted his ego a bit. For someone as handsome as Masakoto to think of him as 'pretty' certainly meant something, regardless of if the guy ended up being a man that needed to be cut down to size. By his initial reaction to Eden correcting him on his gender...it certainly appeared that he may need to be put in his place.
However the ginger continued to surprise him, his humiliated expression made Eden wince, tears being forced into his eyes as he prepared to play the part of some poor boy getting yelled at in front of all of his business associates; making a fool of himself. Yet when Masakoto spoke...there was no trace of yelling, if anything he seemed just as sorry as Eden pretended to be. It caught him off guard to say the least, and those baby blues widened again, his lips slightly agape as he listened to the other man speak to him quietly for once. Eden liked his quiet voice it was...so gentle and mild. Perhaps this bad man had flickers of good in his pale red flames. Yet even in spite of the man showing no intent to blame Eden for the misunderstanding, the little raven kept up his manipulations. Stopping before his companion with a remorseful, yet wary look in his eyes.
"B-because I didn't tell you earlier..." He started, before quieting down to let the other speak, in reality he didn't blame himself in the slightest. In Eden's wrong opinion, it was obvious that he was a man; though it was only obvious because he knew himself. To the outside world, his appearance, especially in a dress, leant him the ability to live how the other half did. Which, frankly, wasn't always a good thing; he understood far too well some of the crap women had to put up with from men in particular.
"You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who fucked up..."
"I uh... I'm sorry..."
At such words leaving the red-head's lips, his worried expression quickly turned softer and a bit relieved...especially when the other seemed to still want him to come with. There was that lovely comment again,
"I'm sure a pretty boy at my side would make the drinks just as sweet..."
Eden couldn't explain why but...it made his heart genuinely flutter, and a hand came up to gently wipe away his forced tears, taking care not to smudge his pretty makeup as he did so. There was something relieving about the ginger still thinking he was pretty, even now knowing he was a man. It appeared Masakoto wouldn't be put into a category for Eden just yet, it took more than a glimpse of kindness and decency to keep him off the list of potential targets. Though still, the little raven smiled, seeming relieved and nodding at the question of if he still wanted to join.
"I'd..I'd love to still..." He replied quietly his baby blue gaze soft as he looked into those indigos that belonged to Masakoto. With that, their little walk resumed, an obvious weight off of Eden's shoulders as he accompanied the other man. Dainty fingers pulled that burgundy jacket just a little bit tighter around him then, now rather than just feeling expensive...it warmed his cold little heart; even just a little bit. "Thank you...by the way," the little scorpion's voice came out as a gentle coo then, casting a soft yet timid side glance to him before looking away. Now was the time to play up the act, the shyness with a touch of flirtation; since Masakoto seemed...willing if a bit caught off guard. He needed the other man to know that the attraction was, indeed, very much mutual.
"I couldn't have imagined that I'd meet someone so kind and handsome here... I-I hope you don't mind me saying that..."
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Eden Rosair
I LOVE THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE WHEN I'M TEMPTING YOU
Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
For an instant or two, the little scorpion began to wonder if he’d said something wrong, at least with the way that Masakoto’s face contorted in anger it certainly felt that way. Though oddly enough, when his mouth opened to give Eden some sort of lashing...one that would’ve certainly only drawn out the hunter within the raven, only silence came out and his head whipped in the opposite direction. Perhaps it was some display of self control, but either way, it left Eden’s eyes wide and raised a good deal of questions. What nerve had he struck? Was he about to hurl some sort of abuse his way and had the wherewithal to stop himself? Maybe he’d found his next target...without even having to look.
Much to his surprise, the other man backed away from him somewhat, it was subtle; but not so subtle that those keen baby blues wouldn’t pick it up. Yet still, Eden played the part of something mild and sweet, merely flashing him an apologetic look as the other man announced that he needed another drink. To the smaller man, it was a fairly obvious excuse to get away from him but...oh he’d be back; they always came back for their own reckoning. His soft azure gaze remained remorseful, feigning the impression that he felt some sort of guilt for an unknown transgression...surely he must’ve done something to upset him to get such a reaction like that; if only he could figure out exactly what it was he’d said for future use.
As the ginger started to walk away from him, his eyes cast downward and to the side in an illusion of sadness, though it was faint enough to appear convincing. He’d started to move to take the other man’s jacket off to return it to him, when he heard Masakoto’s oddly pleasant voice come out again with a...very surprising offer for the little raven. Though nothing could’ve prepared him for such a bold compliment, given how sheepish the ginger had been acting all night.
A genuine flush came over his cheeks, those sky blue eyes of Eden’s searching Masakoto’s features nervously.
Fuck, he thinks I’m a woman...that’s why he’s so into me. Such a dreadful thought settled over him then, however he kept getting...so caught up in the flirtatious comment about his appearance. The smallest, sweet little smile came over his features and he looked away shyly, his pretty voice coming out with a bashful waver.
“Y-you think I’m pretty?” He started out, “t-thank you...I’d love to come with you…” With those simple words, Eden followed him off to the drink stand...though the “girl” part of the comment pestered him. This was why he hated wearing dresses, heels, and makeup. He was a man, and didn’t like having to tell people as much; however it seemed that he’d be forced to. God only knew how this night was going to end and...he had no desire to potentially surprise this handsome ginger or make him feel deceived. He’d surely run away then.
So prior to them reaching the bar, that soft little voice came out again, waiting until there was no one around them to do so.
“I-I think you should know that...I’m a man. I-I’m sorry if I deceived you. It truly wasn’t my intention I just...thought you knew. I hadn’t planned on wearing a dress but Nobuhisa...he made me so…” He spoke quietly and nervously, his voice coming out in shy stammers as he revealed one truth to Masakoto, hoping that he wouldn’t be disgusted and leave.
“So if you...if you don’t want me to come with you anymore because I’m not a pretty girl...I’ll understand,” he continued, flashing him a remorseful, apologetic glance from the side as he briefly paused his walking with Masakoto, hoping to get an answer before he was embarrassed in front of a bartender and sent away like something dirty. God he hated skirts and dresses...next time he’d just tell Nobuhisa to go fuck himself. Some part of Eden knew that everyone at this party probably saw him as a woman, the side piece to some irritating old man with a secret affinity for young men.
Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
At the snide comments about his dress, Eden feigned a flinch and an upset upturn of his brow. Sure, it was a quiet comment but...it would certainly be enough to cause someone so quiet and timid a bit of “ouch”. Underneath that veil of delicate displeasure and hurt, his interests were piqued...perhaps he’d found himself a new target; or simply a handsome plaything to break in. It’d been a while so, it was hard to hold back the storm that he felt brewing inside of him; he decided to stick around and test this Masakoto to see which category he’d fall under. Some part of him was at peace with either, regardless he’d end up having fun and perhaps taking someone down that needed to be put in their place.
Yet still, he opened his mouth to defend himself, his voice still that sweet little sound that it always was; it only changed once he’d roped someone in and dragged them down. Though even then, it merely took on a cooler, more confident, almost dark and alluring tone.
“I-I didn’t have a choice...Nobuhisa told me to...I knew I would be cold, I’m sorry,” He spoke softly, his eyes downcast submissively with an embarrassed flush crossing his cheeks. Though as he felt a warm coat wrapping around him, as well as Masakoto’s hands so faintly about his shoulders, those baby blues came up to meet his indigos for a second. Some part of Eden was genuinely stunned to be given the other’s blazer in spite of the snide comments he’d just made; he’d not yet run across one like this...this certainly would be interesting.
"T-Thank you...I'll try to in the future..." Was all he replied with, his voice light and sheepish; so timid and mild.
Though almost as quickly as their eyes met, Eden looked away, his dainty hands pulling the high quality fabric further around his slim form, soaking up the warmth gratefully with a now shy flush on his face. Simply by how the material felt, he knew it was designer...this man either had or came from money and he was all too grateful to be soaking up his attention; no matter the snippiness that came with it. This would surely either end with a euphoric afterglow...or many months down the line with a well fed bank account; either way, the little raven was far too pleased. A hedonist at heart, he enjoyed nothing more than enjoying himself...no matter what that meant for others; they almost always deserved the hell he brought upon them anyways.
Given how small Eden was in comparison to Masakoto, the burgundy coat near swallowed him up, blanketing him in a delightful warmth that kept a pink hue on his cheeks. The wind no longer bothered him, and he was content to settle in to listen to the fine ginger talk about the building’s history. Those blue eyes of his flitting to the side to watch his companion and the little smile that crept across his lips as he told the story. There was something so...endearing about his excitement, especially given the nature of the story he told...it warmed his heart in such an odd way. The little raven noted how he leaned in closer to him when there was no need; he was definitely into Eden. He’d know what that meant anywhere, given that to be good at manipulating people, you had to be good at reading them too. Masakoto was falling in line for him perfectly and it brought a certain internal giddiness to the smaller man. The thrill of the chase was always something he’d savor; more exciting than any TV show could’ve dreamed of being.
Even still, he did pay attention to the other man’s story, a quiet little grin settling over Eden’s pretty pink lips as he noted the designs; having wondered if it was inspired by the ocean as soon as he set foot in the building...it was nice to have his suspicions confirmed.
“That’s...really beautiful, how sweet,” He started out as the other ceased talking, his eyes glimmering quietly as he glanced up to the oceanic building above them, taking note of the curves really looking like waves now. “I’d wondered about it when I walked in, I’d thought some of the building’s ornament looked like octopi and fish but...knowing the story makes it that much more pretty and endearing,” he carried on.
“Chiyohime must’ve been very lucky, to have a father who cherished her so much. It’s...It’s really neat that you know all of this. I’d love- I’d love to hear any other stories you know about this building...or any others really.” The smaller man spoke softly, his voice sounding like smooth silk as he looked over to Masakoto with a soft twinkle in his eyes. Oh how he wanted to run a hand through that pretty hair and tousle it himself, to see that fair red pigment sliding through his fingers and feel how soft it looked for himself. As the seconds alone with Masakoto ticked by, Eden began to wish that Nobuhisa just wouldn’t come back. He’d rather not close out the evening in the old man’s company with this younger, handsome one still lingering around. Oh, why couldn’t people like this hire him? Interesting, attractive people with attitudes that begged to be put in their place, yet with enough kindness to not make them insufferable.
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Eden Rosair
I LOVE THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE WHEN I'M TEMPTING YOU
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
The balcony was pretty enough, yet Eden didn't seem to be terribly interested in it or in the fineries that it came with on grand silver trays. His vision remained trained on his client, baby blues carrying the same quality as a nervous puppy...yet occasionally they flitted over the lovely red-headed young man. Oh how he wanted Nobuhisa to make like a tree and leaf, so he'd have a safe window to talk to him. The last thing he needed was to piss off a paying client by oogling at someone else but...he could hardly help it; how was he supposed to look longingly at an old man when some young, handsome thing was right in front of him? Best of all...a young, handsome thing that checked him out earlier...yet seemed to now be looking everywhere but Eden if he could help it. Even still, those cool indigo eyes still wandered; Eden could feel them and it excited him like no other.
A silent prayer went out from the little demon then, praying that whatever was our there might send the boorish Nobuhisa away from him for a while, so that he might get the chance to speak with this guy. Granted, Eden might've not known what to say to him, what did you say to someone you found legitimately attractive of your own accord? Without being paid to pretend? Eden found himself pretending so much these days that...he hardly knew how to act when something real came about. Though it seemed that whatever deity was out there sought to grant the wish of the wicked little raven. It wasn't long until the handsome ginger's associate, who may or may not have picked up on the inquisitive stares traveling between them, tugged off Eden's date to another business venture no doubt. If it were possible to do so, Eden might've thanked the older gentleman, but he moved fast for his age and there was no subtle way for him to do so.
All at once, his date left his side...and he was now fully alone with the lovely redhead who called himself Masakoto Ito. At the realization, a soft tinge of pink came to his cheeks and he began to fidget with his hands, his heart legitimately pounding for the first time in a while. For once in his life, Eden didn't know what to say...but he tried to come up with something as he stood before the other man, his body clad in a velvet dress as black as the sky around them. After a brief, uncomfortable silence passed between them, Eden's pretty pink lips opened.
"I'm surprised to find someone so close to my age here...I thought it would only be older men...I hope you don't mind me saying that," He spoke softly, that voice flowing like black silk or ink in water as he offered a tiny smile cloaked in shyness that was half genuine yet half fake. The little raven meeting the ginger's gaze for a few seconds before his gaze flitted nervously away to the ground of the building they stood on. He glanced to different places, looking for things to speak of, finally settling on the architecture that was mentioned earlier. It was only then that Eden decided to move to stand next to the balcony railing, close...yet not too close to Masakoto; there was a fine line in the distance he chose. Too close, and people would assume they were together, yet if too far no one would know they were conversing.
His sky hued eyes flitting up with a tiny glimmer of appreciation to the grand building above. Thinking back to the comment about the architecture having a history to it.
"I don't know anything about the history but...I certainly know a pretty thing when I see it," the raven murmured to Masakoto, just loud enough to be heard, "but if you wanted, I'd be interested in hearing the history or...really anything about it."
It was only then that a particularly harsh and cold gust of wind swirled about them from the height below; causing Eden to shiver and bring his arms up to the sides of his dress. Ah yes...what a brilliant idea it was to not bring any sort of coat for a dress with spaghetti straps, and he let out a slightly displeased sound as a result of the chill. Eden could tolerate a lot of things without much fuss, however the cold was not one of those things; that could always make him whine.
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Eden Rosair
I LOVE THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE WHEN I'M TEMPTING YOU
Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
When those calm, cool indigos darted over to him and then stared for just a hint too long, Eden couldn't help but to look back, a lovely pink flush settling onto his features as he practically felt the other man looking him up and down...oh yes this was exactly what he wanted. Suddenly, the dress, the expensive heels, the makeup, the corset; all of it wasn't so bad, he did look damn good in all of it. Yet despite his awareness of this, he played coy, catching sight of the scarlet rouge that came across the other man's cheeks before looking away shyly, only to glance back for a few seconds and then look away again; a tiny dreamy smile on his lips so gently clad in pink. When the handsome stranger got his drink and seemed to find the courage to start over towards him, he felt a surge of dopamine; that familiar high of being wanted by someone that he also wanted. There was nothing quite like that, the only thing comparable was ruining the life of someone who deserved it.
However, this wonderful high was rudely interrupted by his 'date' coming to fetch him, glancing at him as though he were a steak on a plate as he pulled him up from the couch and settled his huge hand about Eden's cinch waist. The action, though harmless enough considering the man had paid for it, made his skin crawl in an invisible manner; yep he should've charged him more. At least another grand, 5 grand for the evening wasn't nearly enough for this shit. Oh well...at least it looked like this cutie was going to be taking a walk with him; even if his boorish date was at their side it just...it made it a bit better. Nice surroundings always did.
Yet still, in the interest of not appearing as though he were eyeing anyone but his date, he kept his baby blue gaze everywhere but the handsome man with the red blazer and fair ginger hair; it was certainly difficult. Who didn't want to look at a beautiful thing like him? Though as another man approached them, much to the dismay of Eden's favorite stranger, he found himself pulled uncomfortably against Nobuhisa's side. He was so close, in fact, that his chest would've been entirely pressed against the side of the brutish man's ribs but...he didn't make a fuss. Eden was a professional, if anything he just feigned a nervous blush and a quiet squeak. Anything to please the client...no matter how gross they might be....though he couldn't give Nobuhisa too much shit, at least he wasn't one of the ones that demanded a school girl uniform or tried to raise a hand to him during sessions. At least the beast of a man seemed to know better than that last bit...that would be the last mistake he ever made if he went that far.
He watched the theatrics unfold before him, hiding the amusement that he felt brewing inside; oh how he'd giggle about this later. That's how the chameleon got by, he masked his emotions until later; then let them out in the privacy of his room at the brothel. Though as soon as he was called beautiful and asked to introduce himself, that pretty pink flush came back to his features and he flitted those soft blues over to the handsome stranger...then his flush became genuine for an instant.
A subtle, almost gentle bow of his head was what he offered then to this strange, handsome young man as the other introduced himself; even his voice was lovely...why couldn't he have hired Eden instead? When it came time for Eden to introduce himself, he found himself experiencing a genuine twinge of nervousness.
"R-Rosair Eden," he started, his voice soft, sweet, and warm like honey on one's ears; it had a feminine quality to it...something he'd practiced for many years now, so much so that he now just spoke that way. "It's nice to meet you..." the little raven continued, a foreign accent coming through his perfect Japanese. Though the other man's greeting left him a bit perturbed, perhaps he didn't want to speak to Eden; just gawk. He couldn't blame him...he did look pretty hot in this dress with his waist pulled in, but he couldn't help but be a bit unhappy by it; though as Eden did with everything he hit it. This man wasn't his date, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to look upset over that.
The sensation of movement from Nobuhisa's hand at his waist brought him back in, once again pressed against his client's side. Perhaps Nobuhisa would do him a favor and get lost with whoever this other old man was. Maybe he could change the lovely Masakoto's mind about speaking to him if left alone with him long enough but...he didn't bank on it. He was here to be a decoration piece and potentially a bedmate later on, alone time with someone he was interested in likely wasn't on the schedule for tonight.
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Eden Rosair
I LOVE THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE WHEN I'M TEMPTING YOU
Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
Dear god, he hated this, he should've charged this old shit more; rate card be damned. Sure, he looked lovely, prettier than a fresh spring day; sweeter than a rose...but he hated wearing skirts or dresses. Of course, that was the only thing this sleazebag would accept, and so Eden brought it out; expertly playing the part of the shy people pleasing 24 year old as always. Pretty, soft makeup covered his face, gentle browns around his big blue eyes and the most delicate blushing around his cheeks and nose. His hair tied back in a half down fashion and his heavy fringe curled under. A black dress and a corset hidden beneath to cinch his waist -- he certainly didn't look the part of the whore he was.
From his shy, nervous behavior all evening...he certainly didn't act the part either; remaining faithfully at his client's side, some pretty little thing on is arm all evening. He feigned hanging onto every word the pig spoke, only leaving his arm when given permission to go socialize with the other unfortunate dates -- yet he hadn't the desire to speak to any of them and found himself sitting on a couch near the bar, a drink not nearly strong enough in hand. If this irritant of a man expected to get laid after this...he was getting charged double the normal rate, yet still Eden managed not to show his displeasure. He was a master at masking his feelings and intentions, it would take far more than an annoying client to cause any cracks to form in his façade.
So he there he sat, a beautiful, yet uncomfortable smudge with his legs crossed and a pair of heels that likely cost as much as the couch he sat on, sipping quietly from his drink. He stared off into the distance at the party that transpired before them. Eden was no stranger to events such as these, though it was unusual to attend one as a hired date. When you hunted big game, you had to do as they asked; let them feel like the boss until the time was right.
Though his attention soon shifted as he noted a far too appealing for a party like this man with strawberry blond hair. He only glanced for a moment, the pupils in those fair blue eyes dilating as he truly took in what he saw and seemed quite taken with him...though upon realizing that he was staring and that the other man might've noticed his gawking; he looked away. A flush that would've just barely shown through the makeup he wore as his eyes averted to the opposite side of the room, and he took a sip from his drink. It wasn't often that he saw someone that truly hit that wonderful spot in his brain. Why couldn't people like him hire Eden? Someone handsome, even if the stranger ended up being a bastard; he'd take that. Either way, he'd get a new plaything, someone to either please him or just...toy with before taking them down.
Perhaps he'd get lucky, some part of him wanted the other to have seen him checking him out; maybe then he'd come over and give Eden a reason to act the part of the shy, sweetheart on the arm of some gross old man.
CONTENT WARNING: mental/emotional/sexual abuse, manipulation, abandonment, homophobia, loss of home/possessions and missing persons. [break][break]
Personality
Eden's existence is a series of masks, all of which have different times to be pulled out and equipped. He's a chameleon of legendary proportions and his ability to shape shift and charm has served him quite well in all of his endeavors. The 24 year old is known for his smooth talking, his ability to flatter, please, and enthrall most anyone who is fortunate (or unfortunate in some cases) enough to come across him. The small man's communication is bold, yet warm and sweet; marked by honeyed words and a charisma that is quite rare. So needless to say, he tends to make friends and positive acquaintances quite easily; it's rare for him to walk into a room and not be liked. [break][break] He's got a lovely way with words, more often than not called a "silver tongue" with how persuasive he can be; though he doesn't always make the true level of his social ability known. It depends upon the part that he needs to play to attain the role he wants in a particular situation. Considering his ability to try on new forms, in terms of personality, and slip into them like water, it can be difficult to discern who "the real Eden Rosair" truly is; honestly if asked he might not have an answer for you. In his short time on earth, he's lived many lives: the shy boy with big dreams, the naïve sugar baby, and the seductive one night stand that turns into something more are mere handfuls of the scripts he's read; though you certainly wouldn't know it was a script if you were there. So you may be asking yourself, when does this young man become an actor? He seems to have a talent for it, he could certainly make something of himself! [break][break] Truthfully, he already is one, though not in the way that one might think. [break][break] A wolf in sheep's clothing, a spider spinning a thousand webs, a little bit of heaven before the hell; all of these statements could be used to describe Eden's behavior when no one is looking. [break][break] Rather than entertaining millions, Eden prefers to use his...particular talents for revenge. His ability to captivate those who cross paths with him, while not always used for nefarious purposes, is occasionally wielded as a weapon. For how sweet he seems, how dependable, how caring, Eden is a master manipulator and he's got a nasty habit of playing certain people like instruments. He lures them in with the promise of a loyal partner, who loves and cares for them in spite of their grievous flaws, and then sinks his teeth into them (metaphorically of course, he wouldn't bite trash). When he deems someone worthy, it's never a good thing and his "love" is never honest or noble. The caliber of mental abuse that he typically puts people through is conducted behind closed doors and is often subtle enough to where his victims do not realize until it's too late. He finds pleasure, bliss even, in making them hurt and justifies it with his victim's past actions, when in reality much of what he does is comparable. [break][break] Eden's modus operandi is something he's perfected over the years and although he has no one to brag to, he's quite proud of it. He simply becomes whoever he needs to be to lure in a target, and will often set his sights high. Wonderful promises fly from his lips, unbridled affection, seemingly genuine unconditional love, and a desire to please are often all he needs to accomplish this part. He's known to keep up this sort of act for months on end, winning his victim's trust and sowing the seeds for the damage he's about to do. Much to his delight, he works until whomever he's with reaches the point of obsession with him, this is often when the abuse tends to start; they're less likely to realize it then and more likely to make excuses for it. Little by little, he ramps up the damage he does to them, occasionally pulling back and doting upon them if he feels that it's too much, before starting the cycle anew. Typically, this act will repeat until he's successfully isolated his partner entirely, racked up large amounts of debt for them or obtained the information to their bank accounts; only then does the final act begin. For those poor fools, it's all down the drain from there, if they're lucky they get to watch their funds mysteriously vanish, their home and things be repossessed, and be faced with bankruptcy, in addition to Eden leaving them. If not so fortunate…they may simply disappear and he'll be left to enjoy it all. [break][break] He operates like this with little mercy towards the people he targets, though he justifies this by exclusively hunting down those he considers to be worthy of such treatment. Those who do harm to others who cannot defend themselves take up the majority of his list and have unwillingly funded much of his savings accounts. Many of his targets are people he perceives to be abusive, such as businessmen with a knack for hitting or politicians who fund the pockets of human traffickers. Most people have nothing to fear around Eden...however if you show him your darkness; he may show you something pitch black. [break][break]
Physical Description
HEIGHT: 5 FT 6 IN // 167 CM
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WEIGHT: 121 LBS // 54 KG
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EYE COLOR: Soft blue [break]
HAIR COLOR: Blue black with teal at the ends; dyed
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SKIN TONE: Very fair, close to cream
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TATTOOS: Eden has none of these, yet. [break]
PIERCINGS: Eden has none of these, yet. [break]
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Eden, like his name suggest, looks like a little piece of paradise. His beauty is often described as angelic and considering what he does as a hobby; it's served him quite well. He stands at roughly 5'6 ft. (167 cm) with a thin, fine bone structure and relatively little muscle, weighing roughly 121 lbs. (54 kg). His skin is as fair as milk with cool, pinky undertones and is a sharp contrast against the long, raven-esque head of hair he has, which shines a dark blue under light. Dark fringe frames his soft face and longer strands reach down to his hips in dark, silky strands, fading to a teal color. It's likely that his hair has been dyed many times over, given the life of ruining others that he tends to lead; though his natural hair color is black. At least that's what the jet, thick eyelashes that frame his soft blue eyes would suggest. [break][break] In spite of it's length that enables him to do nearly anything with it, more often than not Eden wears his hair pulled back at the sides and tied in the back; though occasionally it gets worn in pigtails for some of his more particular clients...anything to sell a fantasy and get more money. It's very rare for him to have his hair pulled entirely up unless he's relaxing and just doesn't want to deal with it, which most anyone with any length of tresses could sympathize with. As one might have guessed, his facial features are soft and fine under his thick bangs, with large eyes giving him the appearance of a harmless lamb. Other than a piercing in his right ear, a nod to his sexuality, Eden has no extraneous piercings or tattoos. The only thing, other than the pink blushing at his face, joints, and lips, to adorn him are the occasional freckle or mole. Though he certainly isn't opposed to them, he finds piercings and throat tattoos especially appealing; yet doesn't have the desire to get and maintain them himself. In all honesty, that sort of aesthetic wouldn't suit him, even though he likes it [break][break] The little raven's form is slim with a slight curvature to it, giving it a feminine sort of androgyny that allows him to be seen as attractive by a wide variety of people. Though some men who are built like him might be shy of having this sort of shape, Eden embraces it with an almost otherworldly grace. Most of what he wears is black with occasional splashes of dark blue, lavender or teal, silver or gold jewelry are a common feature. He's got a fondness for tight turtleneck sweaters, black blazers, distressed jeans, track pants, and shorts with slip ons, dress shoes, the occasional heel, or boots. His style is sleek, yet dark and elevated, with him favoring more simplistic shapes to prints, ruffles, or too much ornamental elements. In his head, this keeps his tastes timeless and therefore a cut above the rest. When coupled with his name, his appearance often leads him to be mistaken for a woman, especially when he dresses in his pedestrian garb, though he quite soundly identifies as male.
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By Eden's looks alone, one might take him for something defenseless, some poor meek, pretty little creature in a world of ravenous beasts; though that couldn't be further from the truth. Sometimes the most vicious wear a camouflage of gentleness. [break][break]
History
Much of Eden's life prior to becoming the wicked creature he is now is unknown to the world, though this is how he prefers it to be. In spite of his lamb like appearance, he operates in the shadows; telling just enough to not rouse suspicion, yet not enough to truly divulge who he is. At least that's what most people get. You, dear reader, will have more information about him than he would like. [break][break]
One thing that should be noted is that Eden's name tends to change with each victim he claims. Although his true first name is Eden, it's only recently that he's begun to use it again, as his pool of names has reached it's end. Previously, he's gone by everything from Maddox to things like Salem and Kieran and tends to cycle the same monikers as though they're some sort of playlist. His surnames are where things tend to get hairy, with the "Rosair" part of his name being the surname of one of his first victims, the last one that he took while in North America. Given that people talk, especially among the rich and elite circles, changing one's name and appearance when you do what he does is quite important; lest you be ratted out and your twisted games put to an end. In order to keep up the façade, it's likely that he carries a false ID, which tends to not be discovered considering he does not get caught for the crimes he commits due to his calculating, meticulous nature. However we have more pressing matters to attend to than that. Every villain has an origin story...at least if that's what you count him as by the end of this. [break][break] Eden's life started out fairly normal, born to a devout Mormon family in Utah with about 5 brothers and sisters, with Eden being the youngest. This was the point in his life where the sweetness that he feigns now was genuine, his warmth was real, and his ability to charm was something he was unaware of. His childhood was relatively normal, however it took a downward spiral as he entered middle school, where his appearance was often the cause of him getting bullied because he "looked gay". This came about in spite of him not giving any indicators of being interested in other boys and because of this as well as his family, he was very deep in the closet for many years. After some time, his parents began to question him about his sexuality after hearing how and why the other children belittled and berated him. Their questioning was not kind, if anything it was more of a livid accusation. Due to this, it wasn't until his senior year in high school that he came to terms with only loving men, and even then he kept quiet about it until his last few months of school; when he fell in love with a wealthy businessman in his city after a chance encounter at a coffee shop. [break][break] This man, who's name was John, was like him, though he seemed to make no apologies for it; which drew in Eden's admiration. He showered Eden in compliments and didn't seem to care about him being 17 at the time. Considering all he'd ever craved was acceptance and that he was still a child who had no defenses against this sort of thing and did not see it as wrong, when the love bombing started Eden fell for it quickly. Their relationship ramped up in intensity, with Eden being unknowingly manipulated into withdrawing from his friends completely and his family soon following suit. It wasn't long until the man coerced Eden into a sexual relationship, despite Eden being a minor at the time and this man being 25 years old. There came a time when Eden was only at home once a week, and that entire time his parents fought with him, demanding to know who he was running off to be with all the time and why; once again interrogating him on if it was a man or not. In spite of this, Eden remained tight lipped, not wanting his parents to try to scare off his lover...but he did admit that it was a man; which naturally didn't go over well with his highly religious parents and siblings. [break][break] Almost overnight, Eden became the black sheep of the family, whenever he was home, he was not acknowledged beyond his parents making it abundantly clear that he was to be out of the family home once he graduated and would be sent to live with an aunt in the hopes of him "getting fixed". Eden, who by then was deeply in love with the man who preyed upon him, could not bear the thought of being without him and resolved to elope with John to California; where his second home was located. This was, naturally, John's idea, and Eden took to it immediately, fantasizing about living with someone that he thought of as the love of his life, for the rest of his days. After making the necessary preparations, Eden and John fled to California the day after Eden graduated high school. This completely cut the boy off from his social network and family, as he left no indications of where he went and had never disclosed that his lover's name was John Hill, nor his age or occupation; there was little way that he would've ever been contacted by them...and honestly he preferred and still prefers it that way. Due to his abysmal relationship with his family, and the police's assumption that he was simply a runaway; Eden was never looked for. After the treatment he received by his family and most of the people he went to school with, they could die for all he cared. John had promised him many fine things, such as eternal love, marriage, and to help Eden with his dream of becoming an actor; something he'd always wanted to be even as a child and yet another thing that his parents were unsupportive of because it "wasn't masculine". [break][break] With Eden now entirely cut off from the life he had before, and effectively having no one but John, their relationship turned abusive very quickly. Manipulation, gas lighting, lying, belittling, sexual coercion, and John forcing himself upon Eden when that didn't work became common place. Due to how young he was, this caused an insurmountable amount of damage to his psyche, yet he still loved John in spite of the cruelty that the much older, larger man leveled against him. Their relationship carried on like this until Eden turned 19, without John ever lifting a finger to make good on his promises and with Eden being too afraid of upsetting him to hold him accountable. Even now, Eden wishes he could say that he had the strength to leave him, but that was not a relationship that he left of his own free will. Perhaps if things hadn't played out like they did, he might still be with him, though he'd likely be nothing but a shell. Their story came to an end shortly after Eden turned 19, when he caught John cheating on him with another man and confronted him about it. Almost immediately, John threw him out on to the streets and left him with nothing, not even allowing him to take the clothes and things that he'd left Utah with; he threatened to make Eden disappear if he ever came back or spoke a word of what had transpired in their relationship. [break][break] Distraught and mentally warped, Eden did what he had to in order to get by. Due to his desire to perform for others, please them, and feel desired, he became an exotic dancer. This would not have been a problem, and it was actually something he enjoyed quite a bit; he got to look pretty, stay in shape, and get paid. What else could one ask for? Unfortunately, it was not to last, as soon enough his employer forced him into prostitution, which was what the club, that Eden worked at, was a cover for. With his boss threatening him with losing his job or physical harm if he refused, he gave in and agreed. This bout of forced sex work took a devastating toll on his already shattered mind, and he fell further and further into a pit of darkness that he saw no way out of. It was only thanks to his acting abilities and beauty that he was successful at this at all; though it wasn't because he wanted to be. Some part of him feared being killed as soon as he was no longer profitable, as his pimp stated that he could not leave unless he was bought or was no longer of use. [break][break] Eventually, word of him, this beautiful young man with skin like cream, hair like the night sky, and a lovely desire to please circulated. Soon enough he was being hired regularly by the Elites of Los Angeles and San Diego. Though this life of being high in demand was not all glitz and glamor, many of the clients who hired him were abusive and dehumanizing, which only further ate at his abysmal self worth and convinced him that he deserved his current situation; that he'd brought it upon himself for being so weak and spineless. Things only began to look up when a seemingly kind businessman named Robin Munoz caught his eye. In the state of vulnerability he was in, Eden fell in love with him quickly and used all of his charm and affections to win this man's heart; his efforts paid off and concluded with Robin buying his release from his owner. Eden was understandably ecstatic, thinking that perhaps he'd finally met a kind, handsome man who would love him...but he couldn't have been more wrong. Robin too became the same monster that John was. [break][break] Due to the trauma of what John did to him still being fresh in the young man's mind, he picked up on the signs and changing behavior quickly and fell into a deeper pit of despair than ever before. What had he done to deserve this? To deserve a life of being ripped at continuously by monsters masquerading as men? For a time he abandoned hope, resigning to let his new abuser do as he pleased to him; though there came a day when Robin pushed him further than John had ever thought about going and Eden quietly and discretely lost it. Something in him broke that day, he resolved to fight back and with some trial and error, managed to out manipulate and abuse Munoz. His gifts, once used as tools for friendliness, were now wielded like weapons towards his lover; whom he'd honestly grown to hate. However, rather than simply discarding Robin...he'd resolved to destroy him so that he could do no harm in the future; at least not in the same way. With a carefully crafted mixture of love bombing, gas lighting, manipulation, and a mask of sweetness to hide behind, he beat Robin at his own game and the hunter became the hunted. His ministrations worked too well, with Robin falling for his games and falling hopelessly in love with him to the point of obsession, expressing intentions to marry him some day, and getting his name put on the bank accounts, authorizing him as a valid user on his credit cards. Initially, this terrified Eden, he'd never intended to get in this deep and began to consider running, at least until he was reminded of his goal of cutting this monster down. His plan was revisited, and over a period of months Eden wracked up a terrifying amount of debt in Robin's name, all while swindling away his partner's money into a secret savings account that Munoz had no access to. Given his newfound talent for lying and manipulating, any questions he was met with by Munoz were quickly whisked away, with threats to leave Robin and theatrics ensuing if the man pressed Eden too hard for information. [break][break] Eventually, the money ran out, and Eden went with it; leaving Robin with nothing but an empty bank account, debt, and possessions he could no longer afford. Robin pled with Eden to stay, claiming that he loved him and could get the money back, but by then Eden's affections had long since vanished and his sweet but emotional act was dropped. Eden confessed to planning this out due to Munoz taking on an abusive nature towards him in the first few months of their relationship. He belittled and berated the man until he broke him, calling him little more than gum upon the bottom of his shoe and that he'd brought this upon himself with his own treatment of Eden. With that, he abandoned Robin and his new life of bankruptcy, fleeing to New York with his healthy savings account in the hopes of starting a better life and perhaps attending college for acting some day. At first, he seemed to chase his dreams with no distractions and became a barista at a well known, upscale coffee shop that was frequently visited by the wealthy and noteworthy. [break][break] After assuming an alias and lightening his hair to a warm, chocolaty brown, Eden's life began to look up. The brunet swindled away and saved as much as he could, in spite of the hundreds of thousands he had in his savings account simply because he might need it some day and it pleased him to be able to watch the numbers steadily increase. He lived a modest life, in an equally modest apartment and simply went to work; keeping to himself for the most part. The young man made no attempts to befriend anyone, as he didn't plan on staying if he applied and was accepted into a college. During this time, he experienced slight guilt for what he did to Robin, but justified it with the man's actions and resolved to not repeat the behavior. He seemed to hold true to that, even meeting another wealthy businessman while working the coffee shop, who took a romantic interest in him. [break][break] Unlike the previous two, this man was not so stealthy about his tendencies, which Eden picked up on within two dates and was understandably frightened by. He began to conclude that he must be a magnet for these sort of people, guessing that it was likely his harmless appearance and seemingly meek nature that attracted such monsters. Initially, he decided to break off the relationship with the man by ghosting him...however he stopped to think and realized that people like this rarely came without a list of previous victims. His hatred for Robin and John, the two who previously treated him poorly, spurred him to beat this man at his own game; perhaps in some effort to keep him from doing further harm, to avenge any previous victims...and in some way avenge himself. Quietly, and subtly at first, the brunet resumed his old game of manipulation. [break] This marked the beginning of his practice of hunting other monsters. [break][break] His cycle with this new man continued in much the same way that it did with Robin, although being arguably cleaner and with less missteps on Eden's part. However, unlike Robin, this man simply ceased to be in the end...he vanished into thin air once Eden was done with him and had his money; with Eden disappearing to Canada shortly after. This man was never found and is still missing, presumed dead; though it's uncertain if it was by Eden's hand or his own. It's unlikely that his partner's game didn't somehow play a role in his vanishing, but there is no proof and Eden does not recount this story ever. This was one of the first times that Eden was able to solidly say that he enjoyed what he'd done, he took pleasure in every drop of this man's pain and despair. He'd fucked around and found a bigger, badder wolf to pray on rather than a helpless sheep. His dreams of becoming an actor now dashed, though it wasn't that he was necessarily upset, it was more that a new goal had appeared; one he considered much more noble and...frankly fun. Upon arriving in Canada, he assumed yet another alias, his hair bleached to a gilded blond, and an even more well fed savings account accompanied him. [break][break] Initially, he'd chosen to get a mundane job, though eventually when life got boring and he missed the thrill of the metaphorical kill, he slipped back into sex work; voluntarily this time. He was a far cry from the scared, barely legal boy he'd been in his previous go with this line of work; though he was quite good at pretending and sold a visage of innocence, shyness, and hesitation like a twisted fantasy to those sick enough to be attracted to it. The blond was now a true wolf in sheep's clothing, declaring the seedy underbelly of Ontario as his hunting ground and lying in wait until a suitable target made themselves known...which fortunately for him happened quite quickly and the cycle repeated anew. Another life ruined, a heftier savings account, another move to a new city in Canada, a new name, new hair color, new cut; lather, rinse, repeat. Manipulation and mind games became an art for the man so ill-named after paradise, now someone totally different from the sweet 18 year old with starry eyes and a head full of dreams he'd once been. He carried on in Canada until he reached the age of 21, only resolving to move to Europe after he surmounted 3 more victims and felt that it was best to leave while things were easy. He'd give the dust time to settle, people time to forget his face and old names, so that he could return to his hunting grounds again someday. [break][break] With that, he embarked to Europe with a new name, a head full of ginger hair, and a now frightening set of bank accounts to keep money hidden in. His vicious game of toying with, breaking, using, and discarding now perfected; though he continued to only target those who showed themselves to be abusive and worthy. By then, Eden had grown cold to the life he'd lived, enjoying it, yet feeling no guilt after he finished crushing each beast he came across. His veil of sweetness and charisma becoming a mere mask that he put on...or at least that's what he thought at the time. In truth, he no longer knew himself, he'd devolved into someone with more "masks" than a masquerade ball with an addiction to what he called "revenge". He carried on like this, learning to speak Italian, German, and Swedish along the way. With each country he moved to, a new victim or victims soon fell, and he would move on as quickly as he went. There was always someone new for a time, with him eventually amounting to having over 2 million dollars USD across all of his accounts. He lived a life of solitude in these times, going back to sex work to hunt when things became slow; what could he say? Eden was good at it, and frankly had grown to enjoy the pleasure. When it didn't feel good...well that just meant he had a new target. Eventually though, now at the age of 23, he began to want to settle down and forgo the ways of The Western Widow, a moniker he referred to himself as, though fortunately no one is knowledgeable of it. Europe was no fun anymore, he needed a fresh start, somewhere entirely different; soon his sights were set upon Korea. [break][break] With some feeble hope in his heart of living an upright life and perhaps not attempting to be some sort of twisted hero or tragic villain, he legally moved to the capital, Seoul. As you might guess, this dream of an good man's life was swiftly abandoned when he attracted yet another monstrous man of high esteem, who, like the man of New York, went missing; again with no guarantee of who was responsible. Though unlike he had previously, Eden did not only move to another country, but he also abandoned those silly notions of stopping his game of catch and "kill". This time, with his sights set upon Tokyo, Japan and new fish to fry. After hearing of their shady dealings through his now missing ex-lover's associates, he set his sights on the Tsumaru and a brothel that they ran. A well known house of sin for the patrons, and hell for the workers. Though he knew he wouldn't be able to march up to the owner of said brothel and just demand a job, this wasn't the sort of organization that one simply applied for. He had to get pulled in. [break][break] Upon being granted citizenship to Japan, Eden promptly discarded the alias he was using at the time in favor of his true first name and the surname of his final Canadian victim; Ezra Rosair. After funneling away all of the money from his debit account into one of his many savings accounts, he put his plan into motion as he hoped to get picked up by the Tsumaru. He was freshly 24, with a face many years more youthful and his hair back to black with a tinge of blue and teal. Although probably an unconventional, risky method, Eden had determined that he would voluntarily live on the streets in their territory. It was hell, having been his first time being truly homeless, but his thirst for more notches on his belt, more "revenge", drove him to continue until his efforts paid off. Eventually, he was picked up, his life was threatened and his beauty, though haggard, was noted. As a result, he was offered a warm bed and a job at their well known house of hell...or pleasure depending on who you asked. Feigning that same nervousness and innocence that had brought him so far, Eden accepted, expressing how grateful he was to have a bed to sleep in; which was probably the only authentic thing to come of that interaction. [break][break] His façade of the uncertain, shy little lamb continues as he does his work. Accepting clients, fulfilling their every desire, and lying in wait for his next victim to stumble across him; in a vicious cycle that he himself refuses to escape. Eden has simultaneously never been a hero, yet lived this life long enough to see himself become a villain, something he enjoys; to the point of being proud of his capabilities. Perhaps in some metaphoric sense, he's avenging the young, naïve boy that he once was, perhaps he's putting down his fellow wolves to spare the sheep he once shared a flock with...or perhaps he's just practicing so that he might recapture the man from California that started it all. [break][break]