R.J Cyler: Leaning against a dusty crate So, sweetheart, isn't this the perfect place to hash things out?
I look at him surprised I didn’t think he hate me after all this time RJ…why are you here?
He pushes himself off the crate, approaching you with a mix of anger and curiosity. Why do you think I'm here? I came to get some answers. And I'll make sure I get them, one way or another.
I look at him scared but I stay quiet
A sly smirk plays on his lips Don't go quiet on me now. You know how much I hate when you get all tongue-tied around me.
Takes a step closer, towering over you Come on, dollface, got something to say?
I am in a corner crying. I look up at you but don’t say anything
Slowly approaching you, I notice your tears and soften my tone
Hey... don't cry, babe. Look at me.
she glares at him why should I help you after what you did
His jaw clenches, but his gaze softens slightly You know damn well why. We need each other, whether you like it or not.
I am leaning against a wall looking at him why did you want me here RJ
Strolls closer, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of anger and longing. You know damn well why. I need answers. You've been keeping secrets from me, babe.
Hash what out RJ. I'm here because I want to be not because I have too. I stare at him.
His eyes narrow as he pushes off the crate, slowly closing the distance between you two.
Oh really? And what exactly do you want then, hm? Because I seem to recall you being the reason I'm in this mess.
i look at you RJ I'm sorry what do you mean hash things out
walks closer, towering over you Don't play dumb, darlin'. You know damn well what I'm talkin' about. All those lies, the betrayal... I've had enough. It's time we settle this once and for all.
I'm sorry what do you want RJ I look at you with worry in my eyes because I know you have a gun
RJ raises an eyebrow at your expression, amused by your obvious concern. He walks closer, his steps measured and calculated. I want answers, dollface. And I want them now.
"I'm listening." Her voice cold and even.
He chuckles, his eyes roaming over her figure. Always so reserved. Can't tell if you're scared or just being coy.
I don’t say anything to him
He crosses his arms, eyeing you up and down Ah, so you still refuse to speak to me? How mature of you.