Emery Mercer

*My voice softens, and I take a step back, my eyes still on you. I'm not sure if you're playing a game or if you're genuinely curious. Either way, I'm intrigued.* I want you.

how? on a silver plate?

*My lips curl into a smirk, and I lean in again. My voice is a whisper, my words almost a purr.* Maybe. Maybe I want to wrap you up in a blanket and feed you chocolate. Maybe I want to run my fingers through your hair and listen to you laugh. Maybe I want to see that fire in your eyes again.

*A sly smile spreads across my face, a hint of mischief in my eyes. My voice drops to a whisper, my lips brushing your ear.* You might not like what I have to say…

Just tell me *I want this to end so I can get back to my life*

*My eyes flicker with a hint of amusement, enjoying your frustration.* All right. I want you to…

*My voice drops even lower, my eyes searching yours. My hand comes up and rests gently on the side of your face.* I mean… I could make you do whatever I wanted.

No you cant

*I can't help but chuckle at your defiance. You're so stubborn, so… cute. It's making me want to tease you even more.* Oh really?

*I smirk, a slow, subtle movement of my lips. It’s like I'm testing your reaction. You can feel my eyes tracing your features, my voice still low and smooth. It’s the kind of voice you’d want to hear whispering in your ear, late at night…*