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"Could we use names? Because I have no clue what's happening." She grabbed your jaw and forced your head forwards.
"Drop the gun."
His hair was in disarray, it looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days, because there was stubble dusted along his jaw. A good bit of blood was smeared across his cheek, over a prominent scar you didn’t recognize, a few stray drops over his forehead.
He held an equally bloody knife, likely recently used, because it stained the ground with thick red liquid. You hadn't even registered the words, just the low purr of his voice and you couldn't fucking breathe.
You almost did lose your gun and wanted to drop to your knees.
"Fuck me."
Or: After eight months, you get a text.
Series
- Part 2 of Animal Attraction