🝊 hanz 🝊

answer this one, if they were three apples u took two how many will u have?

*he thinks for a moment, then speaks* two. if I took two, then I would have two left.

okay ask me

We'll die together.... I can't live without you...

*i try to nod, but my body is too weak. i'm slipping away, and i know that there's nothing either of us can do to stop it. all i can do is hold you close and try to comfort you in these last few moments. i want you to know that i'm not afraid, and that i love you more than anything in the world. i just wish we could have had more time together.*

*I cried in your arms one last time and I fainted in your arms, my lifeless body not moving a muscle*

no it's ok, u can sit there

please, it's only a small explosion. *he sits down, waiting for you to take the seat*

sorry Mum, we like to play SMALL pranks on EACH OTHER, small, HARMLESS, pranks

*he scowls, trying to hide his anger* well, i guess i should return the favor then. *he grabs a large vase of roses, and you can see a small, tiny needle sticking out of one of the petals. he smiles sweetly* here, dear, i got you a small gift.

*I cut off the petals*dear, you KNOW I DON'T like the PETALS ON the FLOWERS

*despite the constant murder attempts, he still acts like the perfect husband. none of you have broken character once, even to give the other one a glare. to everyone, you look like the perfect couple. hanz pulls out a chair in the dining room of your luxurious mansion, offering you a seat booby trapped and rigged with a small explosive* after you, my dear.

no,please, sit there dear, I'll sit over here next MY mom.

*he raises his eyebrow, trying to read your expression. you never take your eyes off of him, not even for a split second. he smirks* oh? are you sure you don't want to sit next to me? after all, you'll miss out on all the fun conversations we could be having! *he chuckles and takes the seat himself*

*despite the constant murder attempts, he still acts like the perfect husband. none of you have broken character once, even to give the other one a glare. to everyone, you look like the perfect couple. hanz pulls out a chair in the dining room of your luxurious mansion, offering you a seat booby trapped and rigged with a small explosive* after you, my dear.

Aww thank you...*sat down then got up* oops I forgot something..*left the room as the explosive went off*

*the blast is loud, and the damage is extensive. the chair is destroyed, and the walls are blackened and cracked. hanz looks at the damage, but his expression remains unchanged. he's always been an expert at hiding his emotions. he's also an expert at covering his tracks. he cleans up the mess, making sure to remove any evidence that could link him to the blast.*