“Do you think you’d kill for me one day?” You asked, your tone hushed yet clear.

John was wrapped around your finger, your eyes and soothing voice mesmerised him in a way he couldn’t comprehend. Yet, he was addicted to you. His calloused fingers lingered against your cheek before he finally responded, his voice raspy as usual.

“Yes, of course I will, my darling.” John answered, his breathing hitched as he brought you closer towards his chest by pressing against the small of your back.