You sat on a bench in the park reading, not really paying much attention to your surroundings. The sun began to set and a cold breeze blew, causing you to shiver. A man with flaming red hair plopped down next to you and offered you his scarf. His hair was spiked back and his poison green eyes hid whatever reason he was offering the piece of cloth. He had the strangest markings on his face. Upside down purple tear drops. One under each eye.
"I don't need it. I don't get cold easy." He stated as you started to shake your head. He sighed and put it on you anyway. It smelled of him. A burnt cherry wood smell. Very sweet and enticing. "Name's Axel, got it memorized? I know your name. See you here everyday."
"Guess that means you're here everyday too."
"Its a good place to relax. And to see a beautiful sight." He smirked. You blushed and thanked the author for letting it be hidden behind the scarf. He started to leave as it was getting dark and the street lamps were coming on. You went to pull the scarf off to give it back. "Keep it. If you really want to give it back. Come back here tomorrow just after the sun sets." He walked off, disappearing into the darkness.
The next night, you walked through the park, searching for that mess of red spikes. This night was cold like the last. You decided to rest under a street lamp. The wind blew again, and you tightened his scarf around your face. You deeply inhaled his scent and was so distracted by it, you didn't notice the hand about to grasp your shoulder. You screamed once it had a firm grip on you. You were pulled further and further into darkness. Suddenly, you presented with a small field surrounded by trees. In the middle was a small blanket with a candle and plates set on it. You turned around quickly to see a smirking redhead. He grabbed your hand gently and led you to the blanket. He sat you in one spot and he sat in one across from you. He pulled a basket out of seemingly nowhere and began pulling out different food stuffs. It all smelled yummy.
"You cook?" You ask so suddenly, it surprises you a little.
"Nah. But I got a friend who is a chef. I asked him to cook me up a little something. You wouldn't believe what I had to do and still have to do to pay him back." You thought of the possibilities but shook them out of your head. You two ate dinner with minimal conversation. It almost got to the point of awkward. After the meal, you remembered why you came. You pulled off his scarf and attempted to give it back. He stared at it for a minute and then just looked away. You cocked your head to one side, confused. "So, that's why you came back? Just to give me that scarf?" He sounded so disappointed. It was partly true. You did come to give back his scarf but you also can back to see him again. He sighed and shook his head. "Keep it. I don't want it. It would just remind me of a ba-" He stopped talking as you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He turned almost as red as his hair. He quickly reverted back to normal and smirked. "Very forward... I like it." Axel leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. His tongue slipped passed your lips with ease and played with yours. He smelled of burnt cherry wood, like the scarf, and tasted of cherries. It was a few moments before you pulled apart. You stared deeply into his eyes. They were like green pools of poison. So alluring yet toxic. "So, how bout me and you get into a serious relationship?"
"Are you asking me out?"
"Do you always answer a question with a question?"
"Do you?" He laughed. "Yeah, I'll be yours." He looked up at the stars. You felt Axel pull you close. It seemed liked he had a heat that radiated off him. Especially on a cold night. "Want your scarf back?"
"Sure. Why not?" You started to hand it to him and then got up and ran with it and he chased you. Hey, if he was going to be YOUR boyfriend, he was going to work for you.