A very familiar emotion she knew all too well flickered through his eyes as he stood there looking at her in the doorway. Stepping further into the room, she shut the door behind her sealing all the tension inside the now heated room. Vivianne slowly made her way off to him, her hands falling at her sides as she stood a few inches in front of him. As he stepped forward, she moved backward, until her legs hit the edge of the bed. Cliche. His hand shot out and firmly clamped around her neck tightly as he glared down at her figure. The movement caused her to fall and him with her, which brought an involuntarily shuddered from her being him. His ragged and uneven breathing brushed the few loose curls out of her face. Returning the same look ❝I don't trust you bruja❞