The Games

The night

(in Ivans POV): Ivan sat in his office chair a gun in hand as he smirked so wolfishly to himself, lost in thought. "Ever since that night at the park, when i saw her repeatedly stab a grown man... I've stalked her day and night, none stop. She has been my obsession ever since I first laced my eyes on her. God what has that beautiful killer done to me? her face, her maniacal laughter, her so very beautiful body..." He thought to himself. 

"it's such a shame she ended up in jail then an insane asylum" Ivan murmurs, a dry roar like chuckle building up in his throat as he whispers the next part "not for long though" He gets up from his seat. tucking his gun in his back pocket. A knock on the door pulling him out of his thoughts "come in" he says calmly, just then a young-looking entering the room after, she looked at the muscular man with green eyes, sharp jawline with a large scar running from his jaw up to his cheek, he looked scary his expression stoic. God his so hot she thought to herself "Jay has arrived sir" 

He flashes a toothy smirk at the girl the moment the girl mentioned Jay, my Rosa is finally here hm? oh how long, I've waited for this. He thought to himself. He nods at the girl eye-fucking him "about time~" he whispers his voice like a whip in the air as he walks towards the door, not really giving a damn about the girl, who so obviously thirsted for his attention, He leaves the room, going down the stairs his long legs allowing him to move like a panther in the dark.... maybe even better  

Maybe she will still look like the fifteen-year-old killer i knew all those years ago, Ivan thought to himself as he strides toward the open front door, still looked as serious as ever the night wind hitting his face the moon casting a silver glow, upon him pale skin, he flexes his jawline, impatient to meet Rosa once more... and make her. his forever