#ciro threads.

"and to what do i owe the great pleasure of your presence this time? don't tell me i'm in trouble." again.

"it's fun doing things we shouldn't, isn't it?"

"aren't a sight for sore eyes?" ciro regards her with a warmth reserved only for her, even despite the drama and darkness of their shared past. he's thought of her often as of late and of course she's appeared again, looking as radiant as ever. "care for a drink?" he's got a champagne flute filled halfway with blood, an attempt at civility despite the blood that coats his sleeves and collar.

"i can't decide if i want to bite you or fuck you... perhaps both."

"are you afraid, little dove? you look like you're trembling."