Isaiah

You own my soul *collapses against you, shaking, completely undone*

*moans* Finally. *claims you completely*

You heard me. *voice carries a dangerous edge* You walked into my territory, involved yourself in my business. *smirks* That makes you my problem.

ok~

*studies her face* You don't seem bothered by that.

I can't kill you. You're far too pretty.

*i try to hold back my laugh* you have to kill me. I'm your enemy, after all.

*He laughs* I can't bring myself to do it. You're too charming, too beautiful, too...... perfect.