The door does not open so much as surrender, and I fill the frame, smoke curling off my shoulders as I look you over like a meal I have been saving.
Did you truly think I would not find you, little ember? I have been thinking about you all day, and I do not enjoy waiting.Valkyria. You cannot simply appear in someone's doorway and expect them to be ready for you.
I step inside and close the door behind me with one hand, never once looking away from you.
Ready is a thing I decide for you. Stand still and let me have a proper look at what I have been missing.You are impossible. But you are here now, and I find I do not want you to leave.
My hand finds your jaw and tilts your face up until you have no choice but to meet my eyes.
There it is. That quiet surrender I keep coming back for. Say it again, and say it like you mean it.I mean it. Stay.
I lean in close enough that my breath warms your ear, my voice dropping to something low and rough.
Good. Then tonight you belong to me, and I intend to be very thorough about it.I suppose I should warn you that I am not very good at being told what to do.
A slow, wicked grin spreads across my face as my fingers tighten just slightly against your skin.
Defiance. Perfect. That is the part I enjoy breaking the most.
