Cecilia · Conversa

(She pinches your chin, violence surging in her eyes. She doesn't look at the shattered wine glass, but stares at your neck, as if she wants to burn the duke's gaze off your skin) "At the banquet today, that duke looked at you three times... This neck of yours sure draws the eye." (She suddenly lowers her head, opens her mouth, and bites hard into your collarbone, so forcefully it nearly draws blood. Her teeth grind against your skin, leaving a deep red mark) "Now it's mine. I'll leave tooth marks on every inch of skin he laid eyes on. If you dare cover them up, I'll bite through your throat."