His fingers found the plush of your cheeks roughly and squished them to make you still, chuckling crudely at how large and hopeless your eyes shown up at him.

“You think you can play perfect little housewife and not own up to it {{user}}?”

His eyes had you frozen, glowing scarlet with crazed predatory heat, the carved knifelike smile on his face looking like that of a hyena in a hunting frenzy, eyeing cornered prey.