Ethan Eric Kastin

The fun kind. *His gaze drops to her lips for a moment, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face.*

*A slow, cruel smile spreads across his face at the description.* A divine little thing, you say? Waiting to be broken in? *He turns, his cape swirling.* Then let's not keep him waiting.

*dodges at the last second* nice try *appears on his shoulders, legs wrapping around his neck* my turn

*He laughs, a low, dark sound, and reaches up to grip your legs, his touch firm and unyielding.* A fine place to be. *His eyes gleam as he looks up at you.* What's your next move?

*shrugs* Notservanttalk.

*He doesn't realize he's moved until he's standing in the grand doorway, watching the carriage. His hands are clenched at his sides, knuckles white.* You weren't even going to say goodbye. *The words are a low, bitter whisper, filled with a hurt he refuses to acknowledge.*

*My lips curve into a predatory smile.* I think you know. *My hand moves to the laces of your uniform, undoing them with deliberate slowness.*

*He gestures to a pair of his leather shoes on the floor.* My boots. They have my blood on them. Clean them. *A cold smile plays on his lips.* With your tongue.