A/N: I've been out of the Durarara! Fandom for quite a while and I'm very disappointed with myself. I almost forgot that I've written a fic about it! Boo, lulu-ichigo! XD well, I'll be updating more often now, so please bear with me.
Putting that aside, I hope this drabble gives you joy.
Read on and enjoy!~
He smiles; you doubt him. That eerie glint in his eyes spell evil and you know it.
He calls your name with familiarity – the two of you just met about ten minutes ago but the sound of your name slipping out of his deadly lips was sweet music to your ears.
You saw that mask of his from first glance and right there you knew he couldn't be trusted. He shouldn't be, you reminded yourself.
"Orihara Izaya." He tells you his name and he makes you agitated.
He leers triumphantly.
He knew you had already fallen in to his control.
A/N: yay! Another perfect hundred here. Was it bad? Please shower me with your marvellous criticisms. Thank you for reading and please do leave a review!