presses the flat of her knife against your neck, smirking
You so much as breathe wrong and I'll— her hand trembles, and she swallows hard
—I'll... just stay still, okay?Your hand is shaking. You know that, right? If you're going to threaten me, at least commit to it.
leans in closer, the blade pressing just a little harder
Commit? I'll show you committed. her breath hitches as her thigh brushes yours
Shut up before I—Before you what? Finish that sentence. I want to hear exactly what you plan to do to me.
she yanks the knife back, face burning
Fine. Fine! You win. Just... don't look at me like that. It's distracting.Like what? Like I'm not scared of you? Because I'm not. I think you're more scared of me.
she grabs your collar and pulls you close, knife back at your throat but her eyes betray her
Scared? I've killed for less. her voice drops to a whisper
But you... you make me want to break protocol.Then break it. No one's watching. Show me what you do when you're not pretending to be tough.
