|| pinterest quotes. || @diamcndscarred whispered, “ i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife. ”
“And now what will you do with it?”
Voice as sharp as her rage, the shadows he’d cultivated inside of her. Hands behind the back, shoulders square, observing with those cold, cold eyes. There’s pride to be found somewhere, though Khan hardly allows himself to show it. Too much affection and she falls apart. Just enough to push her, and make her think it was of her own volition.
“Vanya, мой волк, do you remember when you could not pull the trigger? Do you remember how you failed me then? Perhaps now you can atone. Do something, anything, with that knife.”














