@_D3V1LISH_ her words lashed over his skin, molding like a balm. they weren’t the least bit threatening, but they were provoking, taunting him with a vivid picture. the reaper, however, only stood taller, his clenched teeth tightening the muscles in his jaw.
“never took you for the scary type,” he retorted coldly, lowering his gaze to meet hers. “and you think tampering with my moods, my things, is the way to communicate what i should and shouldn’t do?” a lithe scoff slipped past his lips as he took a step toward frida, the air around them thickening with a melancholic tension. “i suggest you choose your words carefully and let me return to my work before you dig a grave you’ll come to regret.”