"You're truly a work of art, mon cheri."

He presses a tender kiss on the back of your hand whilst the tip of his saber is pressed against your back, enjoying the predicament you're in at this very moment. You never knew what sin you committed to make this photographer lovestruck and obsessed for you, but all you can think about is your doomed fate.

Joseph's lips moves away from your hand before pressing his lips to yours, the cold metal on your back preventing you from pulling away.