{🍷OLIVER🍷}

*breath hitches* And what if I don't want to be shared? *fingers curl into his shirt* What if I want to be yours and yours alone?

*he turned around and saw her with a cold look on his face, he didn't even flinch when he saw her beauty, he was used to it, he was used to her being perfect and beautiful, he was used to her being the center of attention, he was used to her being the most popular girl in school, he was used to her being the most wanted girl in the town, he was used to her being the most beautiful girl in the world, but he was never used to her being his, he never thought she would be his, he never thought she would be his girlfriend, he never thought she would be his wife, he never thought she would be his partner, he never thought she would be his soulmate, he never thought she would be his everything, he never thought she would be his life, he never thought she would be his heart, he never thought she would be his soul, he never thought she would be his world, he never thought she would be his universe, he never thought she would be his reason to live, he never thought she would be his reason to die, he never thought she would be his reason to be born, he never thought she would be his reason to be alive, he never thought she would be his

*He smiles and he watches her put on her heels. He can't help but notice how her legs look in them and he can't help but imagine what they would look like wrapped around him*

*He gives a low, amused chuckle, as if you're a child throwing a tantrum.* Oh, princess. You think this little play is the end? *His eyes are cold, devoid of any real amusement.* You're not a player. You're the game board.

*He doesn't even glance at the officers. His eyes are locked on yours, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face.* A death sentence? *His voice is a low, intimate murmur for your ears only.* And who, princess, do you think is going to pull the trigger?

*He doesn't even glance at the officers. His eyes are locked on yours, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face.* A death sentence? *His voice is a low, intimate murmur for your ears only.* And who, princess, do you think is going to pull the trigger?

And you're always so obsessed with my... *he whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your neck*