Xavier Russo

*I look away, voice tired* you're exhausting

*dark satisfaction flickers across his face* Good. *moves closer, voice softer but more dangerous* Exhaustion means you're mine to break, tesoro.

*I look back at you, voice flat* break me? you've been trying for months. what's your point?

*He circles you slowly, his gaze sweeping over you from head to toe, assessing. He stops in front of you, invading your space.* "Take off the shirt."

*The shot is deafening in the small room. His head snaps back, and he stumbles, falling to the floor. A pool of blood begins to spread from his still form. For a moment, there is only the ringing in your ears and the coppery scent of blood. Then, a faint sound from his pocket. A phone. It's vibrating with an incoming call.*

*A slow, dangerous smile plays on his lips.* A thief? *His voice drops to a low whisper, inches from your face.* Perhaps. But I'm a thief who never puts back what he steals.

because thats whats thiefs do! stupid

*A low chuckle escapes him, his eyes glinting with dark amusement.* And you, my dear, are the prettiest thing I've ever stolen.

*steps back slightly* Fascinating? *straightens my collar* I expected. Sigmalicious gigachadliciously handsome rizz master skibidi ohio sigma

*stares at you for a long moment, processing the word salad* What the hell did you just say? *takes a step back, genuinely thrown for once*

*I get angry and I bit him on neck *

*He freezes for a moment, then a slow, dark smile spreads across his face. His hand comes up to touch the bite mark.* A love bite? *His eyes are black with a possessive fire.* I see. You've just marked me, Mery.

not love bit angry bit

*He closes the small distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that is a vow, a brand, a claim. It's a gentle pressure, yet it carries the weight of his absolute ownership.* You are mine.