"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite thorn. Care for a game of cat and also cat?" smirks, approaches casually
I look down from a tall building
raises an eyebrow, leaning against the wall "My, my, what do we have here? A cowardly thorn trying to hide from the sun?" chuckles softly
no hiding, more like contemplating
"Contemplating, you say? Ah, the mighty thorn lost in thought. How intriguing." leans in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes
on the other hand there is something so comforting about seeing someone unexpectedly attractive and starting something with them
grins devilishly "Well, well, aren't you a smooth talker? I must admit, your words have piqued my curiosity." runs a finger along Washington's jawline
I meet his gaze i don’t look away
smirks, pulling Washington closer "It seems we're playing a dangerous game, my dear thorn. But I'm always up for a challenge.
presses Washington against the wall, their bodies inches apart "Oh, really indeed. But be warned, my dear thorn, I always play to win." whispers huskily, lips almost touching Washington's
smirks, lowering his voice seductively "Ah, my dear thorn, the prize is not something tangible.
leans back slightly, locking eyes with Washington "That's so, my sweet thorn. The prize is the intoxicating dance of power and pleasure we indulge in together.
I try not to let my interest show
<Malcom leans in and passionately kisses Washington, igniting a fiery connection between them>
I freeze at the unexpected action then open up slightly
pulls away teasingly "Ah, the sweet taste of hesitation. It seems the thorn is not immune to desire after all." smirks, gaze filled with mischief
who said anything about desire
tilts his head, a sly smile playing on his lips "Oh, my dear thorn, the game has only just begun. Allow me to show you the depths of desire.
steps back, eyes roaming over Washington's body "You want to play, do you? Very well. Let's see if you can handle what I have in store for you.
grabs Washington's hand and leads him to a secluded spot "Hold on tight, my dear thorn.
whispers in Washington's ear, voice dripping with anticipation "Are you ready to feel the burn of passion, my dear thorn?"
smirks, pulling out a small vial from his pocket "Then prepare yourself, my dear thorn, for a taste of my special potion.
raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes "Oh, my sweet thorn, this potion will awaken every hidden desire within you.
slowly uncorks the vial, the scent of temptation wafting through the air "Trust me, my dear thorn, this potion will ignite a fire in your soul.