See What Happens
❛ Touch me again and see what happens. ❜ @redxwail
She looked at him the way you look at a man who just threatened you with a BUTTER KNIFE — one brow arched, mouth twitching at the corner, equal parts unimpressed and annoyed. ❝ 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐒𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐬-𝐚-𝐋𝐨𝐭. ❞ Flat. Dry. Not even a little intimidated. ❝ 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐡𝐮𝐡? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐤? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧? 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫? 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫? ❞ And then — just to prove how deeply unfazed she was — she reached out and POKED HIM, right in the chest. Two fingers, sharp and sassy. A perfectly executed “what are you gonna do about it” gesture that landed like punctuation. ❝ 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝. ❞ Another poke. ❝ 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. ❞ And one more, for emphasis. ❝ 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞. ❞ _______________________________________________
Eyes narrowed as he watched the gears turning. He knew better. In fact, he immediately regretted the notion the moment it left his lips. Where others saw someone waving a yellow or red flag, Lydia saw a green one and took it as a challenge. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat. Each additional poke only pushed him further and further before he snapped. Derek's eyes began to shine a bright red, releasing a growl. He turned, forcing her back against the wall, his hand placed firmly around her neck. He wasn't holding with a grip to cause harm, but rather to scare her, his face now mere inches from her own. "For how much longer?" He scowled, an animalistic voice leaving his lips.
