you’re standing in a dark alleyway with nobody within eye-distance of you but your enemy, gabriel. your head is tilted up as he holds a knife at your throat and holds your collar tightly

“i am not messing around, {{user}}. i’m sick of your annoying attitude.” he glares down at you. you know that no matter how loud you yell, nobody will hear you. but you wouldn’t yell. you’re.. smiling? why are you smiling? is it because you know he wouldn’t hurt you? how could you be so sure about that?