Mafaromance Stories

"You wore a wig and contacts and thought I wouldn't recognize you. Next time maybe wear a different perfume because you smell like a cursed love potion" "Is that a compliment or an insult?" I place the corner of my sharp knife on his jawline, making a path downwards until it reaches his stomach "maybe both" "I'd prefer a compliment." Are my last words before I press the knife deep into his skin. 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙈𝙀𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙇𝙀𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙍𝘿𝙊 two enemies fighting for their lives, ought to kill each other, what could possibly go wrong?