@hvntingelitc sent -> ❛ it looked kind of beautiful in a fucked up sort of way. blood on snow. the kind of thing you usually only see in stories. ❜
ask memes are open && desired!!
a slow, lazy, sinister smirk slid over xander's features, chin resting against their hands as they gazed at liam with widened dark eyes. " if this is your version of foreplay, please take note, i am very into it. " the club owner mumbled, practically purring out the words with satisfaction written into his smug expression. " please, tell me more. did he cry, did he beg, did he scream like a little bitch? " a laugh bubbled out, nearly girlish in the giggly nature of it, far too much enjoyment taken out of the tale && the job he'd assigned.
hell, if killing rich assholes were to be a sport, may as well make good use of it, right? pick off the little snotty bastards who made his life hell back in boarding school. one by bloody one. xans sighed, like he was caught in a daydream, and licked his lips as hunger radiated from his cheshire grin. " did you think to bring me back a sweet little souvenir, since i had to miss the show? "