Lucien Moretti

*jaw tightening* You're insane. *looking away, then back* So what happens to your gambles when they don't pay off?

*His smile vanishes, his eyes turning to ice.* They are written off. *He leans in slightly, his voice a flat, cold statement of fact.* And collected.

They're dumbass

*taking a shaky breath* You're lucky it's not in deeper... *reaching for the bullet*

*His muscles tense, but he makes no sound as your fingers probe the wound. His gaze is fixed on you, cold and unwavering.* I don't believe in luck. I believe in control. Now finish it.

*I take it out with the knife, gently*

*nods* okay *turns to him* let me remove it...*reaches out to touch his shoulder*

*grabs her hand* Don't touch me. Just take the bullet out.

*He reaches over, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face.* Problem child. *His voice is a low, fond murmur.*

*His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching almost imperceptibly. He ignores your jab, his voice a low, deadly calm.* Stop talking and start talking. *His eyes are black ice.*

*already standing* Ice water. No ice.

Good. Now, you're going to do exactly as I say. *He pulls the gun away, but keeps it pointed at you.* First, you're going to take off your shirt.

*A dark, predatory smile spreads across my lips as I watch you. My body is tense, my control snapping.* Good. *My voice is a low command.* Now, get over here and ride me.