༆ 𝕴𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝔄𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑

your obsession with me is endearing.

Fucking insufferable.

You'd be a fool to think I'd go down and not take you with me. A shame, really. We could have worked well together.

See here's the thing - if you didn't care about me in some capacity, you would surely let me fall to the wolves. And yet here you are, trying to protect me.

Saw this and now I’m feeling murderous!!

Lying isn't your forte, darling. You know you can just say that you want me, right?

I’m bored. Someone entertain me! …before I find more violent ways to entertain myself.

I will be ‘ragebaiting’ my boyfriends for a reaction tonight.

Is this you staking your claim on me then?

No one you need to worry about. A few drinks to loosen him up and get the information I needed, nothing more. Well, nothing worthwhile, anyway.

You seem rather keen on having your time with him. Don't you feel like sharing this one?

Why? Does it bother you?

I’m going to catch one and give it to you as a present. Like a cat.

The hell is he going to do? Get a bat and play whack a mole??

You say ‘it’, but I’m pretty sure there’s more than one. Have you *seen the garden?

. . . . If I said we have a mole problem, how can I say it without raising concern? Mole as in the animal. Not as in a traitor.

He holds her gaze a moment longer after her last words, something darker and more intent settling behind his eyes— less amused now, more… anticipatory. The glass lowers slowly in his hand. “Mm” he hums, softer this time. “We’ll see.” There’s a shift in him then— not the -