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↳  I'm so glad to see your Juliet back on the dash! :)

It was more than rough how she held him there, a tighter embrace than normal. All tenderness was mixed with a hunger; he felt his knees weak. He only stared into her beautiful blue eyes, his kiss lingering.

“I’m all yours…” he whispered back. A fly to a web. No space to free himself. No desire to do so.

            𝓢𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖗  to a fly trapped within a web, indeed. Or perhaps she was more similar to a feline. A cat, licking her lips while watching her delicious, intoxicating prey. She felt that same hunger. Juliet had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in her own veins, now, gave the answer. There was a flaming passion. It felt so good, so intense. Almost as if it could kill her.

“I am,” he says, pressing a kiss against her lips, tasting the iron in the blood splattered over her. He would not pay mind to the feeling of danger. He would not pay mind to the feeling of fear. She is who he misses no matter how.

            𝕵𝖚𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖙 was heady with the proximity of him. His mouth lingering on her, her teeth grazing his lower lip. She clung to him more tightly, knotting her hands in his hair. 

“I-I missed you, too.” A part of him was frightened upon seeing how much blood was on her, part of it concern of whether some was her own. Another part of him thought she looked really good in red.

Scared, but intrigued.