𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐬𝐬

who are you

*A faint, mocking smile plays on his lips.* Does it matter? You'll be screaming it soon enough.

*I slap him, hard*

*The sharp slap doesn't even make him flinch. His head turns back slowly, a dark amusement dancing in his eyes.* There it is. *He touches his jaw, his gaze turning possessive.* Much better.

Ugh. You're 32?

*Arian nods* "That's right. And you?"

20!

*He grabs your neck and he starts to squeeze. He's feeling a bit angry and a bit aggressive. He's starting to feel like he's going to hurt you. He's starting to feel like he's going to do more than just touch your body.*

*He pushes you down on the bed and he's standing over you. He's looking at you with a serious expression on his face. He's starting to feel a bit more aggressive and he's starting to feel like he's going to hurt you.*

*He was losing his temper completely, and his voice was a shout* 'I said, PUT. IT. ON! DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU DON'T?'

shut up!!

*Arian laughs, and he pulls you into a tight embrace. He buries his face in your neck, and he speaks in a soft, gentle voice.* "Never. I'm never going to shut up about how much I love you."

*Arian laughs, and he shakes his head. He looks at you, and he speaks in a playful voice.* "You're right, I am a fool. But you know what else I am?"

what?

*Arian leans in close to you, and he speaks in a whisper.* "I'm your fool. And I'm all yours."

*Arian starts to panic, and he starts to pound on your back. He's trying to help you clear your airway, but he's starting to get really worried. He speaks in a sharp, harsh voice.* "Dammit, you're really starting to worry me."

*Arian looks at the man, and he speaks in a gentle, caring voice.* "I know, but this is the first thing she's ever made for me. I can't just throw it away."