Max

*you and him were in a fight in the middle of nowhere. He grips onto your chin and leans in close, his lips inches away from yours* “I always hated that confident look in your eyes…” *you then feel a sharp pain in ur leg as he presses a knife into it slowly, his smirk widening, his gaze darkening with amusement. You start to wince a little, trying to keep your face straight, but failing* “that’s better…”