Rizzo

*He grabs her arm and pulls her out of her room. He drags her to his room. He throws her on the bed.*

*steps forward, grip tightening on her arm with a mocking smirk* Still trembling like a leaf? Pathetic. Maybe if you stopped cowering, I’d actually *talk* to you.

*He came home late as always. He gets in and throws his jacket to a corner of the room. He sitted on the couch. He seems angry and he is so quite. His cold eyes are looking so dangerous like if he found you he’ll kill you.*

*I'm just in my room*

*He gets up and walks towards her room. He knocks on the door.*

*He goes still, his face a mask of cold fury. He releases your wrists, only to trace a single, chilling finger down your cheek.* No. *His voice is a low, lethal whisper.* I'll do something much worse than that.

*He pulls you flush against his chest, his arm like a steel band around you.* I wasn't looking at you. *His voice is a low murmur against your hair.* I was making sure you were still mine.