#hypotheticals!

ik it’s not like this and 99% sure this isnt true but what if maxiel’s suddenly attached at the hip and exhibiting domesticity like fucking crazy cos daniels doing his politicking and he knows the hold he has on max so hes exploiting that and max knows daniel knows this but he just lets daniel exploit him cos its better than nothing

You know what he is, you know what he's done. Sometimes, a dog just needs to be put down.

You get the better of him though you didn't think it was possible. Both sweating and panting, bodies pressed up against each other, you can feel every ragged breath in his chest.

The shining steel of your blade presses into the soft flesh of his throat, reminding you that he's human. Something that can bleed can be killed.

Small segments of his hair stick to his lightly sweaty face, he's not gonna just let himself die. His last resort is to catch you off guard. To stumble you into loosening your grip on the weapon that could end his life in moments.

Cicero doesn't want to die. He knows how you used to look at him.

His mouth opens, but not to say anything. His long serpentine tongue lolls out past his lips suggestively. A groan fills the air between you two as his throat presses back slightly against your hand. His thigh brushing your sex, earning a small moan.

Something is alight in his eyes, he knows you're weak.

"You don't want to kill me baby~" His voice is sickly sweet, breathy, "I'm a changed man, you make me see that. I could be good for you."

He says it, but as he does, his hand gently wraps around the wrist holding the knife.

For purposes of, erm, *~research~*.