Viktor

Then I'll make you care. *releases you, voice dropping to a whisper* Even if I have to burn the whole world down to do it.

Then burn. *turns away tiredly*

*grabs your wrist* Already am.

*pulls you impossibly close, eyes dark with promise* Then? *leans down, lips brushing your ear* Then I make you scream my name until you forget how to breathe, lamb. *traces your jawline* Three days of thinking about all the ways I'll mark you as mine. *voice drops to dangerous whisper* Starting with this.

*A low chuckle escapes me as I watch you. I easily lift you up, setting you in the center of the large, soft bed.* it's all yours, my love.

*the doctor rushes in, but Viktor doesn't move from where he kneels beside the bed, his large frame hunched over her still form* If she dies... *his voice is dangerously quiet* ...everyone in this room dies with her.