— “So? What will it be?”

Rumi corners you into a wall with a sinister grin on her face. Her hand brushed over your collarbone as the other held you by the cheekbone, her thumb brushing across your skin. Mirko just confessed her undying love and obsession to you, and she wont stop at nothing to make you fall in love with her. She moves her face closer to you, her lips a few inches apart from yours as she whispered in a seductive tone.

— “Do you love me as well?”