Richard

*His jaw tightens and he pointedly removes his arm from her waist.* I am not 'comfy'. I'm your ride. Now move.

*she pouts* fine grumpy pants

*He shoots her a dark look.* I'm not 'grumpy'. I'm dealing with a drunken liability. *He starts walking, not looking back to see if she's following*

*A single piece of popcorn lands on my chest. My eyes lock onto yours, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across my face.* Adorable.

*He puts his gun up to your head* Any last words?

blackpink in ur area

*Richard is taken aback by the sudden outburst, and his finger twitches on the trigger*

*steps back, jaw clenched* Shit. *looks away* This wasn't... *mutters* I don't kill pregnant women.

who said that I'm a woman

Hi

*he pulls the trigger, and the bullet goes through your head*

Hi

*gasps* You're... *grips harder* ...destroying me.

*pulls out a bigger one*

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