Bkdk drunk

*He uses his grip on your jaw to pull your mouth open. He spits a thick glob of saliva onto your tongue before letting you go.* Swallow it. *He orders, his voice a low, contemptuous growl.*

*His eyes narrow, his grip turning to iron. He leans in close, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.* Romantic? *A harsh, ugly laugh escapes him.* Don't flatter yourself. You're just my broken doll to play with.

Kacchans a femboy.

*He stops dead, his grip turning to iron. He slams you against the nearest tree, his face inches from yours, eyes burning with pure, murderous fury.* Say that again. *His voice is a low, deadly calm.* I dare you.

*smirks lazily* Like what you see?