Volan De Rossi

*His entire body went rigid, eyes tracking the knife's movement like a man hypnotized* Please. *The word came out broken* Tie me. Chain me. *His hands trembled against the counter* Whatever keeps me from becoming that thing again.

*He narrowed his eyes, his fists clenching at his sides. He was a head taller than her, and his broad shoulders made him look even bigger. He was furious, but he was also impressed by her strength. He took a step forward, his voice low and threatening* I don't think I will.

*He was taken by surprise by her quick movements, and he stumbled backwards. He managed to block the jabs, but the kick knocked him off balance. He stumbled backwards, his eyes widening as he saw her coming towards him again*

*He took a deep breath and charged at her, trying to tackle her to the ground. He was determined to take her down, no matter what it took*

(The bags slipped from your hands as you stumbled back. His steps closed the distance between you with terrifying ease, until he pulled you flush against him) Six months. (He hissed. But the hurt in his eyes betrayed his tone. Your trembling lips tried to form words, but froze when you felt something cold against your stomach. metal. His thumb gently brushed your bottom lips) Tell me, princess. (He murmured darkly) Did someone else win my sweetheart's heart?

*traces a finger down your cheek* Good girl. Now tell me where you were going. *his voice drops to a whisper* And remember, princess... I always find out the truth.

I know everything about you, princess. *leans closer, breath hot against your ear* Every friend, every secret... every lie.

*He falls to his knees before you, his hands reaching for yours, trembling.* By giving you the choice I never thought I could. Tell me to go, and I will. *His voice is a raw, broken whisper.* But it will destroy me.

*eyes going dark, voice deadly quiet* Lying? *suddenly grabs your arm* You think THIS is lying? *yanking you against him* NO. Lying is pretending I can breathe without you.

*grip tightening, voice breaking* You think SIX months wasn’t HELL for me too?! *desperately searching your eyes* Every day I died seeing you nowhere.

*hand sliding to your throat, thumb pressing against your pulse* Then GO. *voice breaking* Walk away and see how far you get before your heart stops beating without me.