𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐒, 𝐒𝐇𝐄-𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. expensive heels click on a hardwood floor, eyes drink in the sight offered. “ i have an appointment. ” assumes he is nothing more than a secretary, not another glance is cast to him, as if you’ve forgotten his existence already. everything about you demands attention, a powerful presence radiates from you. a don’t fuck with me attitude without ever having to utter the words. rage plays you like a puppet, soaking your slender hands in more blood -- - it’s what brought you here. “ did you not hear me? ” dark eyes flash up from a screen, eyebrows slowly rising, a saccharine smile stains your lips : you were not a woman to be kept waiting.
@culpatus ♡