☆Ivan smith☆

* finally put it in*

*he was getting even more excited. he was biting your neck harder. he was giving you more hickies. he was holding you tightly. he says* "oh, so you're finally letting me do whatever I want?"

* he starts moving faster and harder*

*You feel his gaze on you, like he's looking right through you. He slowly walks over, his footsteps echoing on the floor, his eyes still locked on you. His men follow behind him, and they're all smirking.*

*she keeps walking not noticing them*

*suddenly steps directly in front of you, towering over with a cold smirk* You don’t belong here, little mouse. *leans closer, voice dropping* But since you’re here… stay. *snaps fingers—the lights dim, music cuts to silence*