21+ mdni
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Well.. sounds like such a lovely human being.
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A prick. You can say the word. Because that’s what he is.
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“If I didn’t need my gun?” She said softly. “I’d have used my hands. Quiet. Clean.”
Her free hand hovered—never touching—just close enough that Evelyn could sense the phantom outline of a grip around her jaw, a suggestion of power rather than the act itself. -
“A woman chasing danger,” Juliet murmured. “And you’re still kicking because you’re clever. Calculated.” The smirk softened into something subtler, more intimate. “Because you know exactly how close to stand to the fire without falling in.”
A beat. -
Juliet’s steps slowed.
Not stopped—just slowed, like Evelyn’s words had brushed against something sharp inside her.
“A gun…” she repeated, voice quiet, almost thoughtful. “Or a date.”
Her head tilted, assessing Evelyn with a look that felt far too intimate for something -
invites me over with a 50/50 chance of a bullet or a date… and then waits in a recliner like she’s ordering dessert.”
A soft laugh escaped her.
“So here’s your surprise,” Juliet murmured, standing back up straight whilst finishing the remainder of the wine. -
The door eased open with a soft, careful click—too deliberate to be a mistake, too confident to belong to someone second-guessing her choices.
Juliet stepped inside like she’d been invited… but only just. She closed the door quietly, her gloved fingers lingering on -
but not cautiously. She moved like someone testing the shape of a possibility in front of her, weighing it.
She stopped a few feet from Evelyn, looking at her like she was still making up her mind.
“I haven’t decided if you’re incredibly brave,” Juliet murmured, “or -