𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛

Takes one to know one. *slides in beside her, pressing a black cloth to his wound* Drive, Apollo. *eyes lock on Kassie* Your old life ends tonight.

*tightens hold* Shh. He can’t reach you here. *voice drops to a dangerous whisper* No one touches what’s mine.

*the man turns around and sees you, he looks at you with a cold expression, but then he notices your butt and his expression softens a bit*

*aprieta los puños, mirando la ciudad nocturna* Cuando cierro los ojos... veo cosas. *se gira hacia ella brevemente* Gente que murió por mis órdenes.

*lo abraza*esta bien,piensa que estan en un lugar mejor

*se tensa* No... no me hagas esto.

*carefully reaches out, brushing hair from your face* Strange how easily you fit into my world. *pulls hand back quickly, staring at the ceiling again*

*My hand travels slowly down your body, my voice a low whisper against your ear.* Now... let's see what other noises I can get out of you.

*dogs step closer, snarling softly* "Not pets. Weapons. Touch me and they’ll tear you apart."

*footsteps echo on the staircase, then stop at the top of the landing* Your father’s money problems just became *your* problem. Pack. You’re staying here now. (Notes: - Introduces Spencer’s authoritative presence without direct dialogue, escalating the threat to involve Elena. - Keeps tone icy and final, mirroring his personality while hinting at his controlling nature. - Avoids markdown/emphasis, using short, impactful sentences to build tension.)