DarkskinnedPoet
Question. Would you die for me? ― Yes. That's too easy. Will you... Would you live for me? ... Hmm? ― Yes. Careful! Do not say this oath thoughtlessly! ... Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power. You want this? ― I do. Say it. Say it. Say it! Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty... ― Please?! Mm, God, you're so... good!