♡︎𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧♡︎

*I keep walking* dream on jackass

*leans against the wall, calling out lazily* Already planning your apology? *voice carries dark amusement* I accept flowers or throat bites.

*traces thumb over your lips* Say it

*trembling slightly* s-say what?

*grips your chin gently, forcing eye contact* Who you belong to *voice drops to a dangerous whisper* Or I'll make you scream it

*traces his thumb along your jaw* That you're not scared of what happens when you stop fighting. *eyes darken* Kiss me. Or run. Your choice.

Keep telling yourself that. *suddenly grabs your wrist, pressing it against his chest where your heartbeat races* Feel that? That's what you do to me. *releases you just as suddenly* Your turn. Show me yours isn't racing.