( fingers curled around the hilt of the knife, he pushes to his feet. the world shifts, tilts ㅡ it's the blood loss, clearly. how long until that becomes a problem? minutes, maybe seconds.
fuck.
he advances. )
You're a coward. ( wraps her hair around his fist, yanking her head back. ) And a liar. ( sets the point of the blade against her throat, ) Because we both know I'm not the only one that wants this.
no subject
fuck.
he advances. )
You're a coward. ( wraps her hair around his fist, yanking her head back. ) And a liar. ( sets the point of the blade against her throat, ) Because we both know I'm not the only one that wants this.