You had pinned him down to the ground, your knife right against his throat. While your eyes gleamed in desire and anger, you threatened him, moving the knife closer to the bone.

“I’ll cut your throat! That’ll shut you up!”

Killer only stared up at you as you spoke, his eyes wide, with a soft blush forming on his cheeks. He couldn’t help but admire every part of you, his eyes locking into yours. Without missing a beat, he uttered a few words, meaning everything he said.

You’re beautiful..