a perfect liar

is what you are. nobleman knew that from the very beginning he laid eyes on you. he knew it. by your posture. face. speech. actions. subtlety. touch. even by the way you bleed. your blood staining you, them, your clothes, the floor, him.

he's a carnivore lusting to track you down among the pines. wants you stuffed into his mouth as much as possible. hold you down. tear you open. live inside you. oh love, he'd hurt you. he'll grind against your bones until our marrows mix and we're powder in jars.

handgun. bloodied suit. dead men on the floor. he smiled — a vile, wicked, pretentious bastard he is with that sweet cinnamon roll twinkle on his eyes to put that downgrade ted to shame. well cause he's the upgrade. "long time." he greets, sardonically and waves his hand, half-assedly.