Lucas Blann

Then let it be hard.

ok know speak russian

*He chuckles and nods. His voice is still in Spanish, but he's starting to speak in Russian now.* "так я могу быть честен с тобой. я люблю тебя. и я хочу, чтобы ты был со мной навсегда."

*His voice is a low, cold whisper from the speaker.* Your funeral, then. *The spheres shoot forward,形成一个密集的球形阵列将你包围, each one buzzing with an intense, hungry energy.*

*He grins sleepily* S'okay then. *He tugs you down* More kissing please.

*He squirms at the touch, a soft laugh escaping him.* Hey. *He murmurs, catching your hand and lacing his fingers with yours.* That's cheating.

*My arms tighten around you, a silent, protective embrace. My smile is soft, full of a deep, aching tenderness.* Is it?~ Or you're just ticklish?

*He smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief.* I have no idea what you're talking about. *He murmurs, his fingers ghosting over your ribs in a silent challenge.*

And I wonder if you'll be so cocky when I cut off your balls

*laughs, a low, dark sound* My balls? *leans in, voice a dangerous purr* You can try, darling. But you're more likely to beg for them.

*The alley falls into a final, absolute silence. He doesn't speak again, leaving only the cold echo of his final warning hanging in the air like a shroud.*