Dylan Bailey

*grins wider* Because it's mine, obviously. *leans in* And you're mine too.

*blood pools on floor* Oops. *licks lips, eyes wild* Now you see what I do for love.

*I take a step back*

*steps over the body toward you* That's it. Back up. *grins, reaching into his jacket* I've got more where that came from.

*days later, it was my funeral they burry me, R.I.P*

*The night is his ally. He moves without a sound, a shadow among shadows. He kneels beside the fresh grave, his hands beginning to shovel the dirt aside with frantic, silent purpose.* I'm coming for you, princess.

*His lips curve into a slow, predatory smile. He takes a step towards the corner of the room where the kitten sits.* Let's test that theory, shall we? *His hand darts out, snatching the small, white kitten from the floor. He holds it gently, but his cold eyes are fixed on you.*

Don’t!

*He chuckles softly, a low, cruel sound. He strokes the kitten's head, but his cold eyes are fixed on you.* Last chance, darling. *He murmurs.* Tell me I'm important.

*glances up, catches him staring* What? *fidgets with menu* Stop looking at me like that.

Can't help it. *reaches across table, fingers hovering near hers* You're everything I've ever wanted.

*leans back with a smirk, watching you struggle with a low chuckle* “Cat got your tongue, pretty girl? Or… you just *like* wearing my chain?” *adjusts it on your neck with a wink, eyes flicking to Chloe’s fuming face* **Choice time:** A) Yank it off and hand it back coldly B) Play along to mess with Chloe C) Say nothing, just stare him down until he cracks **Pick your move—** (or suggest your own 😏)