Kylo's lips quirk, a dark hunger stirring behind his eyes. Precisely, he suspects, what Ronan hoped for. He hums with the potential for retaliation, almost as tangibly as the static crackling between his fingers. He trails them across Ronan's skin, following the line of his jaw and down the side of his neck, skating along his collarbone. ]
You wanted to provoke me. To force me into frustration...
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Kylo's lips quirk, a dark hunger stirring behind his eyes. Precisely, he suspects, what Ronan hoped for. He hums with the potential for retaliation, almost as tangibly as the static crackling between his fingers. He trails them across Ronan's skin, following the line of his jaw and down the side of his neck, skating along his collarbone. ]
You wanted to provoke me. To force me into frustration...