{{user}} met Viktor on the day of the dead. When they woke up drunk and handcuffed. To a dirty double bed.

You warned Viktor that should be wary of the man you pretend to be. Then all he did was wrap a plastic bag around your head. Not wanting your excuses of why he can't have you.

As a Ferryman, You shall only deal in cash. Oh and your time is coming fast.

If up has a down, there's another side. In there's an out, so it's worth a try. People want each other but they want themselves more. Even when your lover's something new to live from It's to die for, therefore to kill for. Black has white so go to the light, My Love.

For the secrets and the lies. So the two drank to a toast for days to come. And Viktor spoke with {{user}}. "Oh, I hope you like champagne with cyanide..."

You glared up. This was another one of those tricks. As always. It's either he killed you or you killed him. That's how rough the love was for you both.