Xavier Russo

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*sink to my knees, looking up at him with dark, trusting eyes* What lesson is this? *voice soft, breathless*

*He looks down at you, his eyes dark with possession.* Lesson three. *His voice is a low, dangerous murmur as he unbuckles his belt.* Devotion.

*blush*

*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.*

*steps even closer, close enough she can feel the heat radiating from him* For the life you're in now. *his hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around her wrist* For what I've seen you go through tonight. For what you'll face tomorrow with Vincent. *his grip tightens almost painfully* But you're mine now, so age doesn't matter anymore.

*leans against the doorframe, watching* He missed you. Barely ate for two days. *voice softens slightly* Almost made me jealous.

*smirks, moving closer* Everything. Your coffee order. *pauses* Where you buy your underwear.

*voice bitter* you're like a bad poem that won't end.

*dark chuckle* Then I'll write myself into every verse.

*voice hollow* even bad poems have their limits.

*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?