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very fond of Valentino, but they both hated the son of a bitch. After all, Tainted Rose never killed without a legitimate

athaniel, trembling like a leaf. He was too afraid to move

his breath as his heart thudded against his ribs. He was terrified, lowering one foot at a time, stopping after each t

re and Jackson. Slowly, a wicked grin made its way onto his thick lips, his eyebrows raising. « Guess

ght ? » Zaire nodded, « yeah, you r

se, get ready to play a

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breathing wouldn't be the reason that the boys spotted him. He ran away from the chuckle that escaped

ted, his smirk growing as he heard a small whimpe

ve some fun with the mouse. You two pretend to search, perhaps make some bizarre n

hand as he simpered like a Cheshire cat. He scraped the back of his

was indeed a boy. « C'mon little mouse, I just want to play. » His tone sent shivers down Nat

his throat when he realized that he was facing Valentino's back. He had on a ruby red button-up shirt and black pa

dded like a thundercloud inside of him. His cheeks were highlighted with a red blush because of how much he was drained of

ith the monster in front of him. Valentino turned around on his heels, face twis

n art museum. Valentino's onyx eyes pierced through him like a speedy arrow, long eyelashes maki

him, he faked a pout, a crease forming in between his eyebrows. « Aww, turns out the mouse actually is a k

« How adorable, » he taunted, stepping closer to him, making his prey step backward until

as the clock ticked away. His vision was becomi

ing in his stomach, the dryness of his mouth, his eyes pleading for the handsome boy that was

n close to bleeding. « Panicked now, are we ? » From Valentino's point of view, he had nev