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His hand comes up, and I flinch instinctively, but his fingers are surprisingly gentle when he tilts my chin up, making me look at him. “Willow,” he says, and his voice drops, not hard this time, but deep and serious. Just like his eyes in this moment. “Tell me.”
OH MY GODDDD
“Do you not eat meat?” I ask, mostly just to fill the silence. He shakes his head. “No. I’m a vegetarian.”
bye, im sorry but this hot headed, mean, killer being vegetarian is so hot to me LOLLL
“Ty izdayesh’ samyye krasivyye zvuki, kogda konchayesh’.”
I JUST YELLEDDDD
“Tell me to stop.” Malice’s voice is a low burn in my ear. “If you don’t tell me to stop, Solnyshka, I’m going to find out the answer to that question.”
OKKKAY WORDDDDDD
He looks at me, and something passes over his face that I can’t quite decipher. “Because you’re our responsibility. And we don’t let people hurt what’s ours.”
need this in my life fr
“No, you can’t. We don’t trust you enough to let you have free rein here. You’ll sleep in one of our rooms so we can keep an eye on you,” he snaps. “So choose who you want to stay with, and deal with it.”
IM SHOUTING! THIS TROPE NEVER GETS OLD IM TELLINGYOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s better this way. The more she hates me, the easier it will be to keep telling myself I hate her too.
ripping my knee caps off
“Run,” he grits out, his voice sounding almost wrecked. “Now. Before I…” He trails off, and when he looks at me again, there’s something in his eyes. Something feral edged with vulnerability, like he’s trying to protect me from himself.
dear lord
“It’s kind of cute that you’re feeling all shy about it now,” he says. “It must have been some dream. Was it about me?” I lick my lips, unable to stop myself from nodding. “Ah. Now we’re getting somewhere,” he teases. “Was it just about me?”
BYE IM GONNA DIE
“That’s not fair, angel. You say my name like that, and it makes me want to give you everything. Anything you want.”
Half of me wants to shove her away, to tell her I don’t need her fucking sympathy and she should save it for herself. I’ve made it this far without it. But the other half of me craves something, and I realize as I lean into her touch that it’s… her.
“Fucking hell.” He tips his head back, groaning. “Now who’s teasing who?”
