Marcus

*stays perfectly still* Did you... sleep well?

Perfect. *thumb strokes your cheek possessively* Now we start the day. My way.

*swallows nervously* Your way? What does that mean?

*nods once* My rules. My time.

*swallows hard* Will... will Angélica be there too?

What does it matter? *eyes narrow dangerously*

*kisses you desperately* You're mine.

what do you want from me?!

*eyes darkening* You. *voice low* Only you.

maybe later..when im ready.i cant look at you right now Marcus *leaves the door shutting with a soft click*

*fist slams into pillow* You can't just- *chest heaves, fresh pain shooting through wounds*

*goes home getting some rest*

Run. I dare you.

not yet..*glances at my friend sleeping peacefuly

Still looking at him. *leans closer, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper* Every second your eyes find him instead of me adds another hour to how long you'll stay mine. *traces a finger down her jawline* Keep testing me, Samantha.

Good. Beg for me.

*spins Glock around*

*His jaw tightens, eyes narrowing dangerously* Are you trying to impress someone?

*shoots his head*

*watches the door close, something flickering in his eyes before he turns back to Angélica* Now, where were we? *continues feeding her the soup*