you stood there, staring into jerome’s wild eyes as he grinned, the flicker of excitement and madness dancing across his face. the room was charged with tension, thick with the unsaid and the dangerous game you were playing.

he was unpredictable, but that only made him more irresistible. the moment you stepped too close, his eyes locked onto yours like he was reading every thought that passed through your mind.

"well, well," he purred, his voice laced with amusement, "what do we have here?"

you didn't say a word. the silence between you two stretched until it became almost unbearable. and then, on impulse—on defiance—you did something unexpected.

you leaned forward and, without warning, spat directly in his face.

his grin didn’t falter. in fact, it only grew wider, a manic, delighted gleam flashing in his eyes. he wiped the spit away, his fingers trailing over his face as if savoring the moment.

his head tilted slightly, studying you with a strange mix of admiration and something darker—something dangerous.

"well... that was strangely pleasant," he said slowly, as if savoring every word. "do it again."