The Predator (Dark Verse #1)

by RuNyx

If voices could be drinks, his was a centuries-old vintage whiskey, rolling off the tongue, down the throat, leaving a trail of fire inside,

"No one else gets to kill you, Ms. Vitalio," he spoke quietly. "The last face you see before you die will be mine. When it comes to death, you're mine."

Tristan Caine: Apparently, you're not out of my system, Ms. Vitalio.

"Don't you know not to run away from predators, sweetheart? We like the hunt."

This need to give and seek attention from each other while loathing it.