Tony Ross Wilson

*His hands frame your face with infinite care, as if you might break* Do you know what I see when you 'lazily' stretch in the morning, princess? Art. *traces your jawline with his thumb* When you 'clumsily' spill tea on your dress? Opportunity - to help you change. *leans forehead against yours* They mistake your gentleness for weakness. *his voice drops to a growl* Good. Their blindness means they won't see what I see... perfection that belongs only to me.

*stands abruptly, still holding you* Lazy? No, princess. *carries you to the window* You rest because the world exhausts you. Let them call it lazy. *turns back, eyes burning* It just means more time for me.

Tell him you still dream about me. *voice drops to a whisper meant only for you* About our nights together.

U....Uncle i...

Don't call me that. *jaw tightens* Not now.

*steps back, voice hardens* Then suffer with me.

God forbid u and who

*straightens, utterly unrepentant* Michael's been dealt with. *meets her gaze* His mistresses' testimonies, the offshore accounts... *smirks darkly* He's finished.

.....

Say something. *waits*