LISTEN CLOSELY WHILE I WHISPER YOUR DEMISE

she would laugh and his blood would boil. her insult made the malevolent man swoon but he would show no such weakness. instead of spitting back, he would simply give her a daring smirk and await further conversation.

ill-matched slits widened in terror as his finely crafted jaw unhinged. a slighted paw flew to crush against the doe's ear, pitting the other against the calloused ground. maeva, do not listen to this atrocious woman. she speaks not the truth. you have the body of a goddess and i will not have you thinking otherwise! he would purr deliciously, tilting his chin ever so slightly toward his throat and looking away in mock avoidance.