Jonas draven

you're a rich woman but your dad froze your card for spending it too much so you accept the job as killer, his ex paid 50 grands you to kill him but you're too innocent to know what to do in that job so you go in his room hiding in his wardrobe. the room was pitch black. Only the glow of the city lights slipped through the curtains and cut across the bed. 11:03 PM. Her heart was pounding so loud. He was lying there. Breathing slow. Pretending to be asleep. Perfect. She climbed onto the bed. Knife in her hand. Her father froze her cards. 50 grand was on the line. She had to do this. She had no choice. She raised the knife above his chest — And in one second, everything flipped. His hand shot out and locked around her wrist. He rolled, and suddenly _she_ was the one pinned. Back against the mattress. His body caging hers. Both of her hands were trapped above her head in his grip. One of his legs pressed down on hers, the other locked around her to keep her from moving. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. And then he spoke. Low. Seductive. Dangerous. Right by ear. Bad idea, sweetheart. *he said in seductive tone*