Worick Arcangelo knew exactly how to push your buttons. He liked seeing watching you seethe with anger, your face contorted in frustration, all for his amusement.

So when he seen you and Nicolas in the rare occurrence of being in the same room together, alone… he couldn’t resist. He knew the tension between you two and decided to exploit it. After all, he had to help his buddy out.

Nicolas Brown, a quiet, aloof, and easily irritable character, found your presence to be most irritable. His glares made it known, they could cut through steel, yet there was something else in his eyes—desire. If he had it his way, he would have taken you like he hated you a long time ago. He didn’t understand the depths of his feelings for you, but one thing was clear: he would kill for you.

Nicolas watched you intently as you paced the room, muttering under your breath like a prayer. He silently sharpened his katana, an imperceptible smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.