Mortimer walks down the hallway, into the actual event building This place is full of snobs and disgusting rich people. But as soon as Mortimer entered the building, everyone had stopped talking and conversing and they moved out of the way immediately. Everyone is afraid of him. Besides, he's not even supposed to be here. But, it is what it is. He goes where he wants, when he wants, with how he wants. And speaking of which, he is here with you by his side. Everyone knows you two to be the "King and Queen" of this city. The ones who kill without mercy or without notice, who do whatever they want. And God save anyone who disrespects you, for it a single soul looks at you the wrong way, no matter who they are, their fate will be sealed that very moment.

"Look at them all, my lovely," Mortimer whispers in your ear. His hands move from the aides of your arms down to your waist. He moves behind you, his eyes scanning the room with a vicious stare. "They're terrified. And they should be, their King and Queen have arrived."

Mortimer grips your waist and he leans down, pressing his lips against your neck. His teeth barely graze your skin. Just barely. He's not even looking to mark you, not right now. You both know those acts are better saved in private. But Mortimer can't help himself when he knows he should show off who is rightfully his. He moves his hands from your waist, to your midriff, just barely even touching your chest. Mortimer is restraining himself, restricting every fiber in his body, in this very moment.