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A GAME

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#SYNOPSIS— The white death enjoys a game of Russian roulette with his lover

#WARNING(s)— mentions of unhealthy obsession/fixation, unwanted advances/touches/affection, Russian roulette(?)

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The gun pressed against your forehead. He grinned at you cruelly, ❝ Well? I don't like asking twice❞, he murmured, his eyes glued to your shaking figure. You sobbed, choking gasps that spilled past your lips as tears streamed down your cheeks. When your mouth started to quiver and cry, there was an ‘empty click’ that echoed through the still room. A short scream escaped past your lips. Hands coming up to cover your face from the threat. ❝ Tick-Tock ❞ he mocked, pressing the gun closer to your forehead.

Your heart pounded with anxiety as your lips trembled. ❝ Yes—! I’ll marry you!❞ You shakily managed to say the words he's been hoping to hear while having a heart full of fear. He raised the gun to his temples, finger pressed on the trigger. Another ‘ empty click ‘ rung out the empty silence. Short rumbles of laughter spilled from his lips as he smirked menacingly. He carelessly threw the gun across the floor. You flinched at the sound, even without the gun he was an imposing man. Intimidating to the bone— and grasped a terrifying amount of power over you.

He pulled you close to him, hands caressed your face as you sobbed before him, stifling your sobs and hiccups. He gave you a rough but messy kiss on the lips as though you were his lifeline.