cupcake killer.

When she pulled away, he resisted the temptation to pull her right back. His hands itched with the urge to find her waist and the small curve he could claim as his. Instead, Lavrentii took her small self praise and let it glaze over his features, soften himself with a tease. Nadia always responded better to games, and quite frankly, so did Lav. It was the reason they got along so often. There was something to be said about a thrill.

“I drive, but next time, you get sitter who can be your Uba Javar, too,” Lav said. “You are best killer because you have most targets buried, yes? Is that how you measure your success, Nadia? I do not think that makes you best. That just makes you effective. I always wonder why you do not ask more questions when it comes to kills. You could get more interesting targets if you argued about better man to put in ground, yes? Or woman.”

Oh, the way Nadia James looked at the man in front of her, it would send shivers down anyone’s spine, her little smirk, her deviant dark eyes that she only had for Lavrentii Vasile in some ways. There was an alchemy, a very obvious one, that would set aflame every time they saw each other and even more when they disagreed. During their last fight, things had gotten physical in the best possible way and she adored that about their relationship. It was always so special, and when he looked at her like that, angry, she could only smile right back at him, deviously, as if they knew each other’s game by heart and they did. Nadia certainly knew his and she liked that he knew hers - it made her feel even more special. 

Ian smiled big, shaking his head. “Of course I can. There’s only one way to find out, love. The question is… are you up for it?” he smirked, biting his bottom lip slightly, curious if she’d actually go for it. If she didn’t, that was fine. He didn’t mind. He just wanted to see if he even stood a shot.

“So what do you say? Your place or mine, love?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her for effect.