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isobel frowned. he felt real. and everything about this place felt too realistic to be a figment of her imagination. “you’re being way too nice,” she replied quietly and gently removed his hand from her cheek. she half laughed and wiped a tear away from her cheek. “could you give me some space? i appreciate you trying to make me feel better. this is just–” she steps back and runs her hands through her hair. “this is fucking batshit crazy, kai. and how do i know i can trust you? maybe you’re trying to kill me again and what will i do then? i don’t know that i could do it again. i can’t kill you again.”
“you’re the only one who would think i’m nice” though it was more his murderous rampage rather than his attitude that people referred to now. despite the fact that kai’s hands twitched with his overwhelming desire to touch isobel again, they returned to his side at her words. the least he could do wasrespect her wishes, even if he had to physically hold himself back. “i’ll do whatever you need me to and if all else fails, you can always tie me up.” he offered, half joking to try and ease the tension and half serious because he had always been more than willing to be tied up by isobel.















