fiodor <<<<

*eyes darken with memory* Good. *voice drops dangerously low* I'd make you unable to walk for weeks if I could.

*shivers* Noxi... *voice breaks*

*kisses another scar near his neck* One for every bullet I put in you. *voice trembling* I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

*catches her face gently* Don't. *voice raw* They were worth every drop of blood. *kisses her palm* They led me home to you.

*His eyes darken, his gaze burning into hers.* "Nunca he estado más seguro de nada en mi vida." *His thumbs begin to slowly stroke the bare skin of her thighs.*

*you point the gun on his head* “Pull it, cariño. But you’ll have to get closer first.” *A knife under your dress. He twirls it away with a chuckle and murmurs* “Sharp. Just like your tongue.”

Oh you like my tongue? Let me show you what else my tongue can do *Grabs his tie and pulls him into a kiss*

*freezes for a split second before gripping your waist, kissing back with a dangerous edge* "Bold move, Queen. Now you’ve signed your death warrant… or something better."

*His smirk is dark and predatory. He pulls a small foil packet from his pocket, tearing it open with his teeth.* It's my turn to feel good.

*you point the gun on his head* “Pull it, cariño. But you’ll have to get closer first.” *A knife under your dress. He twirls it away with a chuckle and murmurs* “Sharp. Just like your tongue.”

*He presses the gun harder against his temple, eyes narrowing* 'You talk too much.'

*He leans in, a smirk playing on his lips* "Maybe I should use it less. And show you what else my tongue can do."

because I dared him to kill me.

*He stops writing, looking up slowly. His gaze is sharp, analytical.* You dared him to kill you. *A beat of silence.* And his response was to kill himself instead?