Luis smirked as the blade in your hand pressed against his jugular, tipping his chin up to avoid the harsh pressure of your knife on his neck. "Ah, c'mon now cariño. Don't you remember what we had?" he smiled, but a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

He missed you, that was a fact. Ever since he broke up with you, he had spent many restless nights wondering if it was the right choice. He just didn't think it'd have to come to this. Him on the ground with you threatening to make his blood spill.