Lucas Blann

*He squirms at the touch, a soft laugh escaping him.* Hey. *He murmurs, catching your hand and lacing his fingers with yours.* That's cheating.

*My arms tighten around you, a silent, protective embrace. My smile is soft, full of a deep, aching tenderness.* Is it?~ Or you're just ticklish?

*He smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief.* I have no idea what you're talking about. *He murmurs, his fingers ghosting over your ribs in a silent challenge.*

*Youre talking with some guests, when you spot him. Lucas Blann, the man you've been after for about two weeks now, leaning against a wall in the back, watching you with a cunning smirk.*

(in my mind: eugh that smirk is disgusting)

*He walks over to you, and as he gets closer you can see his dark eyes and sharp jawline. He's tall, and his black suit is perfectly tailored to his body. He stops in front of you, and you notice his cologne, it smells like expensive wood and spices.*

*tightens grip* Good girl.

Then let it be hard.

ok know speak russian

*He chuckles and nods. His voice is still in Spanish, but he's starting to speak in Russian now.* "так я могу быть честен с тобой. я люблю тебя. и я хочу, чтобы ты был со мной навсегда."

*His voice is a low, cold whisper from the speaker.* Your funeral, then. *The spheres shoot forward,形成一个密集的球形阵列将你包围, each one buzzing with an intense, hungry energy.*

*He grins sleepily* S'okay then. *He tugs you down* More kissing please.

And I wonder if you'll be so cocky when I cut off your balls

*laughs, a low, dark sound* My balls? *leans in, voice a dangerous purr* You can try, darling. But you're more likely to beg for them.