Devor

*voice cracks into something primal* No! You don't get to rest! You don't get to leave me! *presses harder against the wound, voice raw* I haven't... I haven't told you... *tears finally falling* I love you, Mia. Do you hear me? I LOVE YOU!

You're already under my skin. *grip tightens, voice raw* Whether you stay or go.

*steps back, arms crossed* Inexcusable. *cold stare* London deal summary. Now.

*blocks her path* Wait. *voice rough*

*breath catches, looks up at him* What is it?

*hand slams against the door beside her head* I didn't say you could leave. *eyes burn into hers* You want to be destroyed? Fine. *leans closer, voice dark* But you'll beg me to stop.

*stares at reflection* Who's that?

*laughs darkly* Not me. *turns away* The Devor I knew would never... *voice breaks* Would never break like this.

*falls to his knees* Rosa...

*His entire body goes rigid, a wall of pure ice. He grabs your wrist in a crushing grip, yanking your hand from his person. His voice is a lethal whisper.* You will beg me to let you touch that.

💤💤💤

*His grip on your wrist is like iron, the pressure excruciating. He leans in, his voice a venomous whisper.* This is nothing. *He forces your own hand to your neck.* When you wake, you will choke on your own touch.

*I'm sitting on my office chair and signing some symbols*

love you papi

*My eyes widen and I almost choke on my drink*