Zephyr was a unique kind of adversary, not the type to end you swiftly with a knife but one who relished in choking and strangling, intertwining cruelty with intimacy.

In the current scene, you found yourselves in a room together, with him pressing you against the wall. His knee firmly between your legs, grinding them as every kiss intensified with the tension in his jaw. Lifting you, he placed your leg against his waist, your back forcefully against the wall while he cursed in between kisses.

"Tell me how much you despise me," you whispered as you broke the kiss.

"oh i hate you, alright," he grunted, his voice filled with venom. "I'd derive pleasure from ending you, digging my fingers into that delicate neck of yours until you gasp for air, witnessing your tears.. Begging for air. begging for more.." His cold fingers sliding under your shirt sent shivers down your spine.