Kersen

It had been some weeks since Cesare and Kersen had been so rudely interrupted by business... just when they'd almost certainly been about to get to the good bit, as they said. Cesare had promised to return sometime, and the long wait had not been intentional. He'd had certain things on his mind, certain plans to make, and very little time to troll piano bars for one of the most gorgeous creatures he'd ever seen. Which was, in fact, saying quite a lot.

But now, dressed simply and elegantly in black and silver-gray, Cesare returned at last. He had the car drop him outside and meant to go straight in, but was distracted by a flash of red in a nearby alley. "Come here, pretty boy," a low, melodic female voice said sweetly.

Smirking, one hand poised to go for the knife he kept inside his Burberry jacket, his mind searching for the reassuring feeling of the other in his boot, Cesare went. Possibly he was being mistaken for a John. Which would not, on some evenings, be so much a mistake. Possibly he was being mistaken for a rich, easy mark for a pickpocket.

Either way, he was certain he could handle it.

He turned the corner into the dark alley and opened his mouth to speak--

But was cut off by a sudden hand wrapping around his windpipe and slamming him into the brick wall behind. He'd gone for the knife in his coat on instinct, but it clattered to the ground with the surprising, far-too-fast impact, and Cesare's head swam. How is it possible? How could anyone move that fast? No one can move that fast, not even Micheletto...

"Ohhhh, you're so pretty and warm..." that throaty voice said in his ear. "I'm gonna eat you all up..."