[He's grabbed but doesn't budge, sad little thoughts pouring into his head. Begging. That's good.
Petre cups his face carefully with one hand, angles his head and presses his lips against his in a quick succession of movements. While what would have been a threatening gesture to others is desperate for Ryan, what others would perceive as a tender kiss is a vicious attack in return.]
You'll thank me for this. You'll see.
[He's unnervingly quiet, unnervingly collected and soft. His fingers slip down from Ryan's skin, settle down on his shoulder.]
Don't fuck it up.
[And with a smile, he grabs Ryan's hands to force him to let go, and turns to leave.]
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[He's grabbed but doesn't budge, sad little thoughts pouring into his head. Begging. That's good.
Petre cups his face carefully with one hand, angles his head and presses his lips against his in a quick succession of movements. While what would have been a threatening gesture to others is desperate for Ryan, what others would perceive as a tender kiss is a vicious attack in return.]
You'll thank me for this. You'll see.
[He's unnervingly quiet, unnervingly collected and soft. His fingers slip down from Ryan's skin, settle down on his shoulder.]
Don't fuck it up.
[And with a smile, he grabs Ryan's hands to force him to let go, and turns to leave.]