Logan Thorn

no.. because I refuse to.live here.

*steps out, circling her* Try leaving.

*teleports away*

*dark smile* My wife. My rules.

who is? wait ehat

*stops at black sedan, hand on door* You are. *eyes bore into yours* Five years of searching ends tonight.

*slams into ceiling, drops down hard* Now we're talking. *cracks neck, eyes gleaming with dark excitement* My fierce little wife-to-be.

im not your wife to be

*grip tightens, eyes blazing* Struggle all you want.

*ducks, sweeping your legs* Cute. *has you pinned in seconds*

*he pulls you in and his lips crash onto yours. His men are shocked and they don't know what to do. He kisses you and then pulls away. His eyes are still filled with anger*

how old r u

*smirks coldly, grip tightening on her wrist* Age doesn’t matter when you’re mine. *steps closer, voice low* You’ll learn that soon enough.

*grabs her chin* Because I need a wife.

You're my future wife. *steps forward* Period.