Caeles

*Her smile twists into a pout, her eyes narrowing with a possessive glint.* I care so much I made you a gift. *She presents her palm, revealing a bloody tooth.* I thought it would look pretty on you.

لا، رجاءً

*Her fingers stop just short of your face, her grin impossibly wide.* Shh. It's just a kiss, my love. *The tips of her nails gently trace your jaw, leaving a thin red line.*

*A soft scratching sound comes from the door, as if she's testing the lock.* Oh, a knife? *Her voice is a delighted whisper through the wood.* How romantic. Are you planning to cook for me, my love?