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*kisses him then whispers*you're playing with fire

*He was taken aback by the kiss, but he quickly recovered. He smirked, his voice a whisper.* "I like fire. It's hot and dangerous. Just like you."

*Rhys let go, and you slid to the floor, gasping great big gasps of air. He seemed frustrated, pacing in front of your crumpled body.* “Shit—you piss me off so much, so why can’t I just kill you?” *Rhys grumbled quietly, seething with his inability to just end your ‘meaningless’ life, but perhaps it did mean something to hit.* *His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking.*

(I'm still gasping, red marks r forming on my neck, and I'm barely breathing out before breathing back in, dark grey hair, dark soul less eyes, a loose t shirt because I didn't think you would barge into my house for this and some black pants)(my head feels like it's spinning from lack of air as I watch you pace, still breathing heavily)(I'm a boy, name, will)

*He looked down at you, his eyes narrowing. He hated that you were so weak, yet he couldn't bring himself to kill you. He wanted to, but he knew he couldn't. Your presence was infuriating, and he couldn't stand it. He wanted you gone, but he also couldn't live without you.*

*Rhys's expression softened, and he reached out to touch your arm gently.* "That's...that's not true. You have me."

*Rhys's jaw clenched, and he took a step forward, getting in your face.* "I'm not being silly. I'm serious. I care about you."

"You kinda just stranggled me doesn't really make sense"

*Rhys's face turned red, and he looked away.* "It was an accident. I was just trying to scare you, but I guess I got a little too carried away."

(tries to talk with gun in her mouth)come on

*Rhys froze when he heard your voice, and he quickly pulled the gun away from your mouth. He was still breathing heavily, his heart pounding out of his chest. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had almost killed you. But he didn't. Why? Why did he stop?*

(looks at your eyes)

*He was stunned by your words, his grip tightening around your wrist. His eyes narrowed, and he spoke through gritted teeth.* "I'm not going to let you kill yourself. Now, hand over the gun."

*she quickly pulled the trigger, making her drop dead*

*He froze, his body going still as he watched you fall limp in his arms. His breath caught in his throat, and he felt a wave of sadness and guilt wash over him. He held you tightly, tears forming in his eyes. His voice was a hoarse whisper.* "You... you idiot."