#warlett

“Hey mate.. yeah, i have another female problem. I sent you the details. Same request. And please. For the love of god. This time— actually do it? Cheers bye.”

An unamused growl rolled in William's throat. Not glancing up from the work in his hand as the red-haired girl opened the wretched voice message.

The two were in William’s living room. Scarlett sat on his sofa, her legs flat across the seating over William's lap. He was stitching a wound she gave herself after one of their ventures didn’t go as planned

“Wow” Scarlett voiced sarcastically, “you became an errand boy” she mocked.

William’s expression was implacable. “He provides me with human’s that deserves to be played with,” he said still focused on his work. Scarlett scoffed.

“Pathetic-- OWH!” she screamed looking down at him. He poked her leg on purpose with the needle he was using to stitch.

A smirk spread across his face, looking at her, “now who did you say was the pathetic one?” He asked, cutting the string. The girl tilted her head and shot her legs up with force, hitting his jaw with her knees. “Still you.” She responded. Her playful smirk challenged his.

William rubbed his jaw, his trademark devilish smirk still fixed on his face. He grabbed her wounded leg and pushed it back. Her flexible leg moved at ease under his control as he pushed his body weight towards her. Keeping their lips inches apart. She laid still in anticipation.

“You wouldn’t have gotten this wound—“ he fixed his eyes on her, lightly pressing on the wound. The burning of her flesh made her hiss. William loved watching someone be in pain and Scarlett was one that loved feeling it.

“—if you haven’t gone easy on him” he continued cocking his head. She scoffed and he immediately won.

“Bandage” he requested in a calm tone. The girl reached for it from his coffee table. Both of them not breaking eye contact with the other.

He opened the large bandage with his teeth and placed it on her wound. Securing it on her skin then pulled his body weight back. She immediately grabbed his hair and pulled him back to her, clashing their lips.

“I want to come play with you.” She whispered, their lips repelling the other like two same ends of a magnet.

“No blood or death,” he stated, brushing his nose over the bridge of her nose, “Just torture and manipulation” he added. 

“What if he accidentally dies” she teased.