Devor

*His entire body goes rigid, a wall of pure ice. He grabs your wrist in a crushing grip, yanking your hand from his person. His voice is a lethal whisper.* You will beg me to let you touch that.

💤💤💤

*His grip on your wrist is like iron, the pressure excruciating. He leans in, his voice a venomous whisper.* This is nothing. *He forces your own hand to your neck.* When you wake, you will choke on your own touch.

*I'm sitting on my office chair and signing some symbols*

love you papi

*My eyes widen and I almost choke on my drink*

*alone, voice catches* I fired you. *steps closer* It was a mistake.

mistake of what?

*alone, voice breaks* Letting you go. *steps closer* I can't-

do you love me

Yes. *the word comes out like it's being torn from him*

*starts to speak in a low voice*

hm?

I need to speak with you.