His hand trails down your back, deceptively soft, before it stops just above the curve of your hip. “You like testing me, donβt you?”
His voice is a growl, sharp enough to make you shiver. He grips your waist, pulling you flush against him, his strength overwhelming.
“Do it again, and I wonβt be so kind.” His lips curve into a wicked smirk.
“Actually, do it anyway. Iβd love to show you what happens when you disobey me.”
β Yandere! Painter
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