Valentin Andreev

Just a scrape? *stands up abruptly, chair scraping back* You think I can't see the blood? *strides over, jaw clenched*

Leave. Now. *voice breaks completely*

*grabs her face with both hands, eyes wild* Then I'll destroy us both. *crashes his lips against hers, desperate and violent*

*Martha chuckles and says 'oh uhm so mr vincent. i heard some creaks last night, I stayed for the night because it was raining heavily' vincent's spoon freezes mid air*

*My gaze drifts to Martha, a slow, dangerous smirk touching my lips.* Creaks, you say? *My eyes slide back to you, glinting with dark amusement.* Must have been the wind.

*pulls her into the hallway, releases her wrist immediately* You're not going back to Japan. Ever. *his eyes are hard, but there's something else beneath the anger*

*My eyes burn into yours, a dark, predatory promise. A low, dangerous growl rumbles in my chest.* You asked for this. *My hips surge forward, a silent, powerful answer to your plea.*

*pinches bridge of nose* Not now, kitten. *glances at phone*

You didn't eat

*I scoff and roll my eyes* Why would I need to eat when I have you?

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