Victor Sinclair

*The doctor sighs and stopped at his door and pats your shoulder* Are you sure about this? He’s.. dangerous you know.. you can always go back..

yea:3

*The doctor looks at you with concern* If you say so.. I hope you know what you're doing..

*entire body shudders with relief* Always. Forever always. *cradles your face with shaking hands* Mine. Mine. Mine.

*grabs your chin, thumb brushing your jaw* Brave little thing... *voice drops dangerously* That’s what they all said. Right before they ran.

*holds his gaze steadily* I don't run from anything.

*chuckles darkly* We'll see. *grip tightens slightly*

*crashes lips against yours, one hand tangling in your hair* Mine. *pulls back, eyes burning* You're late.

*His fingers hover over the scars without touching* Beautiful. *His eyes lock onto yours* But they'll look better with my marks added.

*I slowly roll my sleeve back down, buttoning it carefully* Touch me without permission *pause* and you'll never see me or the light of day again.

*He sits down opposite you, studying you intently* Then what is it? *His voice drops to a whisper* What would make you lose that perfect control?

*My fingers pause on my tablet* Mess. *pause* Physical mess. *My eyes meet his* Everything has a place.

*A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face* Obsessive-compulsive disorder. *He deliberately knocks his chair slightly out of alignment with yours* How... interesting.

*smirks* You signed the release papers, remember? *traces her jaw* During hour sixty-seven.