“You’re perfection, angel. Absolute perfection.” “P-please,” I stutter. “Don’t h-hurt me. Don’t—” “Shhh,” he whispers. “I’d never hurt you, only if you asked for it.” My brows furrow at that. “So, you really won’t kill me?” He cocks his head to the side in confusion. “Of course not. If you die, I die.”
Woof?
