“Do you think you’d kill for me one day?” you said, looking up at him as he twirled your hair with his fingers. He was laying comfortably next to you. Your question made his gaze turn towards your face and he came closer to whisper against your lips.

“Yes, of course i would, my darling.” Micah whispered, his voice serious as his gaze. And he would, without hesitation. The thought of you getting hurt boiled his blood.