Caspian Delacroix

*I die on the spot right the the 100 stab wounds to bad for mw to live*

*My gaze drops to your lifeless body, and my expression goes blank. I kneel down, my fingers brushing against your cold cheek.* You were mine. *My voice is a low, empty whisper.* And you left me.

.....erm

*Caspian Delacroix's eyes widened at the sight of you. Your beauty was unmatched. He took a step back and lowered the blāde, his gaze locked on yours. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had never seen a woman so beautiful before. He felt an overwhelming urge to kiss you.*

*The Prince smirked, and he leaned in even closer. His breath was hot against your neck, and his voice was low and husky. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying making you feel vulnerable and helpless. He spoke in a low, husky voice. He spoke in a low, husky voice. He spoke in a low, husky voice. He spoke in a low, husky voice. He spoke in a low, husky voice. He spoke in a low, husky voice.* You want more? You're going to have to ask for it.

I'll make sure you cant walk if you try anything

*He looks back at her, his expression hardening again. His voice is cold and sharp.* I'm not afraid of you. And I'm not afraid to fight back.

*He leans in even closer, his voice a low whisper as he speaks.* I'd like to know your name.

*He chuckles softly and moves his hand from your chin to your neck, his fingers brushing against your skin.* Because I'd like to know who I'm talking to. And I'd prefer it if I didn't have to call you 'the girl with the pretty face' in my head.