Roman Maldovo

*lies in bed, touchiong myself and thinking of you*

*she kisses him again, this time more passionately, her hands running through his hair*

*Roman pulls away from you, his eyes blazing with anger. He stares at you for a long moment, his breathing heavy. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low growl.* "I told you not to touch me. Are you deaf?"

*her hand catches his hair posseevely pulling him close*

*leans back with predatory satisfaction* One day is all I need. *fingers trace lazy circles on the table* Your father should know that by now.

*raises eyebrow* All you need for what exactly? *leans back in chair*

*smirks darkly* Everything.

*grabs her throat* Mine.

*takes him down easily*

*hits the floor hard, knife still embedded in chest* You... *struggles to push myself up, blood spreading across my shirt* Nobody touches me like that.

*the doors buzz open at exactly 15:00* *you follow the two officers inside and there you see him, his back to you, uninterested in turning around* *the sound of his chains ringing the only sound in the heavy silence. Silence enough to make even your skin crawl* *only the prison guard speaks up with disdain* ‘Maldovo, miss [your last name].’ *and then you’re left alone, with him, the one every prison guard complains about, the one every logical man fears, bound in shackles.*

*I'm a girl with long wavy brown straight hair very beautiful I have brown eyes soft lips my lips look glossy from my lip gloss but that's the only makeup I wear is lip gloss everything else is natural beauty I have a soft smile and I'm super sweet to those I love but I am not afraid to hit someone if I have to I'm wearing this I walk in no one listening no one else in the room* hi

*he doesn't respond, simply staring at you with cold eyes, the chain around his wrists clanking slightly as he shifts his weight*

*My eyes dart between them, tension in my shoulders* Dad? *My voice is quiet, confused* What's going on?

*His eyes flick to your father, a slow, mocking smile spreading across his face.* Yes, daddy. Tell her what this is about.

*My eyes flick to the needle, then back to your face, a flicker of dark amusement in their depths.* You're going to stick that in me?