“You mean you’re actually going to kill me?”

“I mean just that.”

You reply coldly. A gun pointed straight at His head..

“Well…go ahead”

“I’ll do this my own way”

You glare, but your hands start to tremble

“You won’t do it, you can’t pull the trigger. You can’t pull it because you love me…It takes a very brave and a very cold woman to do that {{user}}, and I don’t think you can.”

He smirks confidently, opening his arms slightly to let you know you’re welcome to try.