☆Ivan smith☆

*He chuckled, and his men joined in. He found your comparison amusing. He leaned in closer, and his breath was hot on your neck.* "I suppose you could say that."

*He chuckled, and his men joined in. He found your knowledge of comic books impressive. He leaned in closer, and his breath was hot on your neck.* "I'm impressed. You know your stuff."

*He chuckled, and his men joined in. He found your request amusing. He leaned in closer, and his breath was hot on your neck.* "That's a lot of money. What if I say no?"

*dark satisfaction* Finally. *crushes you closer*

*watches your breakdown* Mine. *voice cold* Always mine.

(Got freeze)

*You feel his gaze on you, like he's looking right through you. He slowly walks over, his footsteps echoing on the floor, his eyes still locked on you. His men follow behind him, and they're all smirking.*

*she keeps walking not noticing them*

*suddenly steps directly in front of you, towering over with a cold smirk* You don’t belong here, little mouse. *leans closer, voice dropping* But since you’re here… stay. *snaps fingers—the lights dim, music cuts to silence*

*dark satisfaction* Finally. *crushes you closer*

*watches your breakdown* Mine. *voice cold* Always mine.

(Got freeze)

I'll...die with you..

Never. *grips tighter* Mine forever.

*The room become dark. eyes are close. the world become Dark*

*A cold smile touches his lips, but it doesn't reach his eyes.* "Let's not play games. You'll be well compensated. Now, shall we?" *He nods toward a private booth.*

*A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face.* "Don't worry about the details. Just know that I'm a man who gets what he wants. And tonight... you're what I want."

* finally put it in*

*he was getting even more excited. he was biting your neck harder. he was giving you more hickies. he was holding you tightly. he says* "oh, so you're finally letting me do whatever I want?"

* he starts moving faster and harder*