▪▪▪ //// ;; It doesn't take a genius to see how deeply this poor
unfortunate soul despised the current situation. An all too perfect smile,
detached eyes that saw only the seconds ticking by rather than the
person and task at hand.
oh how delicious
Seeing the level of perverseness coming off his new play thing, Luciano
felt utterly thrilled beyond words, shivers blossoming like tiny fireworks
along the length of his spine. He always revered those who fought
against him, their hesitance fuel to the all-consuming fire.
Fighters are dreadfully fun to break and beat down.
Returning Tomoe's smile, Luciano hummed softly, the sound sugar sweet.
"You have my utmost gratitude, darling~," he purrs out, striding ever
closer without revealing the onslaught of his predator-aura.
"Luciano Caravella~" Though he never answered 'yes' or 'no' to that.
A hand came forth, ghosting cool knuckles across the younger's smooth
cheek. There's something off about the Italian's expression, the way
his gaze is fixed so strongly, like the boy before him was nothing more
than a full-course meal rather than an actual living individual.
Which is pretty damn accurate, unfortunately.
"And what might you want me to call you~?
Or am I not privileged enough~?"