"This cant happen." "Yes it can." "....... I have to go." I leaned against the door and let myself out. Before the door comepletely closed Killmonger said one more thing. "You cant stay without me for long, your mine!" - "You cant love me! What about Nakia, T'Challa?" "I think we know who i love more. Who has my imprint, you or her?" I looked at my arm and gasped. I looked up at him and he smiled. ....... I am so fucked.

He was standing so close i could feel his body heat through my thin dress his cologne clouded my mind and my senses were drowning in everything that was him. Large hand cupping my chin i think nothing of it until he pulls my bottom lip down. "Youre a long way from home...arent you sweetheart?" Or that fic where the bad guy finds someone who understands him... Somewhat