Chohan leans in close, the dim light casting sharp shadows across his cold, calculating eyes. His breath smells faintly of cigarettes and danger. He ignited his lighter, lighting his cigarette with a slow, deliberate motion, savoring the moment.

"Ever wonder what it feels like to share a breath with death?" he murmurs, voice low and dripping with menace.

He takes a deep drag, his chest rising as he pulls the smoke deep into his lungs. Then, without breaking eye contact, he leans even closer, so close that the heat of his body presses against yours.

Slowly, almost teasingly, Chohan exhales; not out into the air, but directly into your mouth, the thick cloud of smoke invading your senses. His lips barely brush yours as the smoke fills your lungs, binding you in a twisted, intimate kiss. The scent is sharp, bitter, like everything that ever went wrong between you two.