Knock knock

You stand here yet again. For some strange reason you want to see him.
What am I thinking? On a mere whim, here I am to see him. His green eyes, his silver long hair. I don't know what it is that makes him so ... alluring.

"Ah ___________ isn't it? It's a pleasure to see you again. Come in, come in." The moment you step inside, you observe the room. Black coffins surround a desk and a chair. "No need to be shy. Make yourself comfortable." He whispers in your ear, apparently behind you. You flinch and walk over to the chair. "O-ok u-um thank you." Dammit, I'm stuttering. "Wait here love. I'll just bring you some tea."

He walks to another room and in a matter of five minutes, brings out tea and then some cookies.
You take a sip. It tastes good, and you sigh. At home, you could never have all these expensive teas. You needed all the money you could get to pay the bills at home, so you didn't have money to waste on expensive teas and such.
"Do you like it? I thought you might. So, why did you come here today?" He asks, voice filled with curiosity. "U-um I really don't know. I-I just felt like s-seeing you today."
He smirks. "Hmmm, that's interesting. Most people are intimidated by me because obviously, I'm a mortician. Everyone's scared of death and they don't want anything to do with it He starts to giggle wildly. You stepped back, a little frightened. 
"Wait, please don't leave. It's nice to have some company. " He implores, and you nervously smile at him. "Alright then. But I can't stay very long. I have to go home and prepare food. " You finish your tea and start nervously eating a cookie, aware that he is staring at you the entire time. "Hehe. So, Mr Undertaker. What do you enjoy doing in your free time?" You ask,trying to create a conversation in order to break the silence. He smiles, "I shall answer, but next, you must answer my question. I like to...learn about the human body. And now, it's your turn."

"Sure. " You answer nervously. What on earth is he going to ask? You bite your lip, a bad but nervous habit of yours. He leans closer to you, only inches away from your face. "Have you ever been in love?" He whispers, his tone serious yet seductive. "W-what? I, uh, don't think so."  You stammer, in complete shock. He has no right to ask such a question! You hear a high-pitched giggle. "Oh my dear, you are truly amusing. Your face gives your mind away. You're quite shocked and dare I say, outraged. Have no fear, my intention was not to pry but mere curiosity." He smiles and you, and your heart starts to beat a little faster. "Another question, what are you attracted to?" You blurt out, and clap a hand over your mouth, shocked at what you just said. Undertaker raises a devilish eyebrow and grabs your chin, gazing with his mesmerizing green eye. "My,my, look who's asking the strange questions now." He smirks at you, and your heart hammers in your throat. "I'm sorry I didn't mean it. It just came out." You start bablikg apologies and look down in embarassment. "It's alright dear, I'm not mad, just amused. But honestly I can't answer a question, probably because I prefer to spend more time with dead bodies than with humans." He lets go of your chin and leans back against the wall,adjusting his top hat so you couldn't see his eyes. "Oh." You blankly murmur and keep looking down, still embarassed that you asked that question. Unable to bear the awkward silence, you get up, and announce in a calm voice. "I'm sorry for intruding without an invitation but I have to leave now. Thank you for the tea and the cookies. They tasted delicious." You stare at him at start to make your way toward the door. You feel strong fingers grab your wrist and you're suddenly pinned against the wall, his fingers gripping your wrist tightly and his other hand next to your head. You come face to face with a sharply angled face, a diagonal scar running from his left eye to his right cheek, and green eyes. "Oh, no dearie. You don't get to drop a bomb like that and leave. You've got me hooked now."
A/n: And I will leave it there because I'm feeling evil.
Now more about the story, this was a oneshot that I wrote a long time ago. I'm tempted to continue it, but I want your (my readers) opinion on this oneshot. Do you like it, or do you not want me to write stuff like this?
Anyway I should really head to bed cuz it's like 12:35 rn. I will work on my other book too, don't worry,but until the next chapter,goodbye.