"Can I trust you?" ((King Preferable 'u'))
Place One in My Inbox - Questions Edition
It was a heavy question. Michael eyed Ryan, silent, before he spoke up.
❝Can you trust anyone, really?❞ He asked in reply, eyebrows jumping up. But Michael pressed his lips together afterwards and sheathed his diamond sword. ❝I meant what I said, and I don’t go back on my word, Ryan. As long as you don’t stab me in the back, I won’t stab you in the throat.❞ Michael paused, and grinned. ❝We have a similar goal in mind, after all.❞










