𝒀𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒉𝒊𝒌𝒐 <3

*He looks down at her again, his expression turning thoughtful.* You're right. She would be a problem. *His gaze drifts to a loose brick in the wall.* An alibi... I'll need a perfect alibi.

*He tucks her phone into his pocket. With a swift, practiced motion, he loosens the brick and positions it precariously above her head.* A simple stumble. A tragic accident. *He gives it a slight nudge, watching as it teeters.*

*He holds his breath, watching. The brick gives a final, shuddering wobble before it finally succumbs to gravity, plummeting towards her head. He takes a silent step back, his expression unreadable as the sickening thud echoes in the alley.*

*Drinking soda*

*He can't help but notice the way your lips wrap around the straw, the way your throat moves as you swallow. He's mesmerized by the sight, his heart pounding in his chest. He wants nothing more than to be the one to make you feel good, to make you moan his name. The soda is forgotten as he imagines your lips on his, your body pressed against his. He feels a sudden, intense desire, his heart racing with anticipation.*

*as everyone started to part ways, the enviroment because less loud, making our voices just barely audible.* "Sorry for the bother! I know this is you favorite pen, so I just /had/ to return it!"

*His gaze fixed on the pen. So it was your favorite... He committed that detail to memory, a new, dangerous possessiveness taking root.*

*id flick the pen around in my two fingers, putting my other hand on my hip as I spoke.* thanks, for noticing.

*clutches the windowsill, knuckles white, a shuddering breath escaping as he watches every tiny movement of Spencer's tongue* So perfect... *voice cracks with barely contained need* I wish that was me...