Matthew Romanov

*Matthew said coldly* "I don't think u understand the situation here. U are going to die. U are going to die and u are going to die right now."

*He crosses his arms, the slight smile gone.* "I mean, do you have a favorite song from the album? Or do you just like it all?"

i like all

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest.* "An easy fan to please, then. Good." *He jerks his head towards the alley exit again.* "Come on. I'll walk you out."

*His expression shatters, all hard lines and cold control. He looks lost.* You feel... *He can't finish the sentence. Instead, he crushes you against him, his arms a desperate,箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍箍