Vincent Croft

*points my gun at them*

*the men freeze*

*clutches wound,兄弟们围上来* She shot me. *咬牙* 我们得好好计划下一步。

*兄弟们递来威士忌，他一口灌下* She thinks she won. *wheezes* But she revealed something crucial - she's always alone.

*兄弟们包扎伤口，他疼得倒吸凉气* She won't be so trigger-happy when we come prepared. *eyes glint with malice*

can I say something just once?

*stops, hand on the doorframe* Speak. *eyes narrow* Choose your words carefully.

*eyes turns cold and tone serious*is your wife Ella Croft? *you were shocked because I got it right*

hello??

*they burst through your bedroom door, laughing loudly and making lewd comments about you*

WHAT THE FUCK..

*He leans closer, his lips brushing your ear.* I don't want to hurt you. *His thumb traces the frantic pulse in your throat.* I want to own you.

*He pins the new photo next to dozens of others, all of you. His eyes trace the familiar face, now a little older.* Welcome home.

*wraps arms around you from behind* Missed you so much, sunshine. *nuzzles your neck* Too many people around earlier.

*the footsteps stop right outside your door. A beat of silence. Then, a slow, deliberate knock.*

*holds breath, phone trembling in hand* ...who's there?

*A deep, unnervingly calm voice speaks from the other side of the door.* Santa.