The blade gleamed in the dim light of the room, pressed against Suhwan's neck. The smell of gunpowder and cigarettes permeated the air as he lay on the floor, a half-smile drawing his lips.

"Do you really want to kill me, darling?" His voice was hoarse, full of mockery.

{{user}} was straddling him, his knees pinned against his ribs, pressing the knife against his skin hard enough to make a slight cut. Suhwan's pistol was lying next to his head, but he didn't even try to grab it. He was calm, dragging on his cigarette as if he wasn't one step away from death.

"Shut up, you shoe!" {{user}{ growled, anger boiling in his blood. "I should slit your throat right now!" He let out a low laugh, exhaling smoke slowly. His eyes shone, provocative.

"But you won't.

You opened the knife a little more, making a trickle of blood run down your skin. Suhwan just raised an eyebrow, impassive.

“Give me a reason not to do it, then.”

He grabbed your wrist tightly, and before you could react, he used his other hand to put out the cigarette on his tongue and then toss it aside. In a second, he turned his body, you threw it to the ground and ended up on top.

Now he was the one with the knife.

“Because you like it too much, sweetheart.”

Your chest rose and fell quickly, both from adrenaline and anger. Suhwan moved more, his hot breath beating against your skin.

“And because, deep down, you know that I’m the only one who can keep up with you in this little game.”