djh vault: May 2024

 

The knife against his naked chest. Metal, cool, sparkling.

'Wanna die for something that matters?'

He smirked, his eyes on hers. 'I want my death to mean nothing. Not a fucking glimmer.'

She slid the edge of the blade down the neat divide of his chest. A rich red line. Her painted lips mocked a kiss, while he grinned from ear to ear.