Artificially Sweetened [Yandere Cho Sangwoo]

Squid Games.

His lips crashed into her's, his tongue dragging lewdly across her lips, her tongue, her teeth, his hands gripping her face so tightly it might of broken her jaw.

His kiss was carnal, deep, rough, he tasted of wrath and cigarettes.

His abrubt departure from her face left her shaking, gasping, eyes burning in pure violation.

He turned his head, towards the floor beside them, and a throaty gargle sounded from him, before a large pool of their mixed saliva, tinged red with the dead man's blood landed on the floor.

His head turns back to her, eyes blank, the diluted blood and saliva mixture glistening on his lips.

"You don't get to taste anyone else's blood but mine."

She was his only comfort. Too sweet not to keep.

He stirs and stirs and stirs until she's the perfect consistency, compliant to his desires and obedient to his touch.

Kneaded. Molded. Owned.

She's the softest part of the game. That's why he'll gut anyone who touches her.