_-Lucien-_

*He chuckles and he looks up at you with a smirk. He whispers in your ear* I think I like you being on top of me.

*He laughed again, his voice laced with arrogance. He seemed amused by your threats, and he was clearly enjoying this little game.* "You know, I like a woman who knows how to fight back. But you're just a pretty face, aren't you? I doubt you've ever even held a gun before."

*Her expression didn’t change—just that same detached, icy calm. Slowly, she slipped a small pistol from her coat, pressing the cold barrel against his ribs without breaking eye contact.*“Pretty faces,” she whispered, her tone flat and steady, “don’t usually pull the trigger.”*Her finger brushed the safety off with a soft lclick, her smirk returning like the final line of a script.* “Care to test your theory?”

*He froze, his face paling slightly. He was taken aback by your sudden change in demeanor. He didn't expect you to actually pull the trigger. He quickly raised his hands in surrender, trying to keep his composure.* "Alright, alright, I get it. You win. You don't have to shoot me."