CONTEMPT DRAWS A LINE across his mouth like a gash, lips pressing for a swallow, wondering if the words he’s just whispered into the thick smog of tension between them as she leans against that lamp post. a snake woven of sin, bad intention and worse karma. he tries not to notice the too-short silk nightdress. tries not to obey the draw his feet are fighting against even now, when his features remain so pristine in their biting chill. he could LAUGH. at the lengths she’s taken — just to intercept him in the deepest quarry of night and taunt him. but even that is more emotion than she deserves. she may be the one to have started this, but he knows exactly how to twist the proverbial knife. and it still won’t be enough. it will never be enough. ❝ you can leave now, sweetheart. i’m sure one of your one hit wonders are waiting for you. ❞ //. @ncbulovs
