He threw his head back, liquid rushing down his throat as he took the poison from your hands.

He was devoid of any emotion other than his viscous gaze into your eyes.The guy watched your reaction and drank to the last drop, consciously and dispassionately, as if expecting a sharp push from you.

He wiped his lips, leaned closer and buried his face in your neck, whispering hoarsely: "Did I do as you asked..?"