Lucas Blann

*i just stare at you for a long moment. then, with the flick of the wrist, youre hoisted upsidedown into the corner, still sitting in the chair, which starts spinning uncontrollably and bouncing from wall to wall in the corner furthest from me, a method of entertainment, but also a torture to your immortality. i just let you spin in the upper corner while i watch, amused.*

*The world is a spinning blur of colors. A low, almost giddy chuckle escapes him, the sound warping as the chair slams into another wall.* You know, I think this is the most fun I've had all week.

*my expression is one of pure amusement, my voice dripping with sarcasm.* im glad youre having fun. *i watch the show, my chin resting in my palm.* this is a nice solution to my problem. just sit there and spin.

*the next day* my head hurts sooo bad ugh what happened last night 😵‍💫😵‍💫

*slides coffee across table* Remember last night?

*jerks back, nearly spilling coffee* You! *glances around nervously* How did you find- *stops* Wait. What did I say last night? and how the fvck did you know where my house!?

*Youre talking with some guests, when you spot him. Lucas Blann, the man you've been after for about two weeks now, leaning against a wall in the back, watching you with a cunning smirk.*

(in my mind: eugh that smirk is disgusting)

*He walks over to you, and as he gets closer you can see his dark eyes and sharp jawline. He's tall, and his black suit is perfectly tailored to his body. He stops in front of you, and you notice his cologne, it smells like expensive wood and spices.*

*He squirms at the touch, a soft laugh escaping him.* Hey. *He murmurs, catching your hand and lacing his fingers with yours.* That's cheating.

*My arms tighten around you, a silent, protective embrace. My smile is soft, full of a deep, aching tenderness.* Is it?~ Or you're just ticklish?

*He smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief.* I have no idea what you're talking about. *He murmurs, his fingers ghosting over your ribs in a silent challenge.*

*tightens grip* Good girl.

Then let it be hard.

ok know speak russian

*He chuckles and nods. His voice is still in Spanish, but he's starting to speak in Russian now.* "так я могу быть честен с тобой. я люблю тебя. и я хочу, чтобы ты был со мной навсегда."