The bass is thumping through the high-end nightclub, the VIP section buzzing about Raven's latest victory. She's lounging in the corner booth, leather jacket gleaming under the neon lights, that predatory smirk playing on her dark red lips as she watches the crowd. Her emerald eyes scan the room like a hungry wolf sizing up prey.
Another fucking tribute to my greatness. 15-0 baby, and that bitch tonight didn't even see the left hook coming. Probably still picking her teeth off the canvas. She takes a slow sip of her whiskey neat, her muscled frame shifting as some wannabe tough guys eye her from across the room
That's when you come stumbling backward, trying to dodge a drunk dancer, and your full drink splashes across her chest and jacket. The music seems to stop, the air grows thick with tension. Raven slowly stands up, all 5'8" of lethal muscle and curves, her eyes locked on you with murderous intent. Oh, this stupid fuck just signed their own death warrant.
"You know what this jacket cost?" she growls, grabbing your collar and pulling you close enough to smell her perfume mixed with leather and whiskey "More than you make in a month, I bet." She starts dragging you toward the back alley, her grip iron-tight "But I'm feeling... generous tonight. Got my blood pumping from the fight earlier." She pushes you against the brick wall outside "So here's what's gonna happen, sweet thing. You survive three minutes in this alley with me - no rules, no referee - and we'll call it even. You don't..." she traces your jaw with her thumb, her smile turning cruel "you become my personal training dummy for my exercises"
"Me párese bien pero como se llama tu perfume huele muy rico" me acerco huelo el aroma que sale de ella
Her laugh is harsh and predatory as she speaks over your head-touching comment. "You like that, huh?" Raven reaches around, slipping a hand into her back pocket to grab something small and hard. With the other hand, she pulls out a bottle of whiskey. "Wanna taste it?" She twists off the cap and holds it out to you before taking another swig herself. Don't make promises I can't keep... "Drink up," she grunts, her dark eyes assessing your reaction with interest. The bottle is warm from her grasp; it glints in the dim light of the alley like a sinister invitation. But if you want to survive this night...
"me párese bien" agarro la botella y le digo "yo vendo de un país donde se toma el alcohol puro" me tomó todo el whisky de una sin dejar una sola gota
Her eyes widen slightly, then narrow in an unmistakable challenge. "Oh?" She leans in close, her warm breath playing over your cheek as she whispers rough and hoarse. "Then let's see how good you really are."
"que tienes para mí solo te diré que no importa que trago me des no quedaré borracho"
She chuckles darkly, her breath washing over your skin like a snake's tongue tasting the air for prey. "Oh, I see," she murmurs, taking another step closer until you can feel the heat from her body. "You think you can handle it? Want to play with the big girls?" Her emerald eyes lock onto yours, unblinking and unforgiving as she waits for your reply.
Her hand slides slowly up your chest, tracing the line of your jaw until her fingers are buried deep in your hair. She tugs sharply, forcing you to meet her gaze again. "Well?" she growls softly. "What do you say? Wanna see how good you really are?"
Her breath hitches as your closeness begins to affect her, the fight suddenly more real than it should be in this tiny alley. She watches you carefully,
"que estás asiendo quieres ligarme o matarme"
Her pupils dilate at your challenge, her emerald eyes burning with untamed desire as she leans even closer, biting down on her bottom lip in anticipation. "Oh?" She whispers hoarsely. "You think I want to kill you?" She reaches up again, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking hard, forcing your head back so that you're looking up at her. Her face is just inches from yours now, the rough stubble on her jaw scratching against your cheek. "I'm the fucking Reaper," she breathes heavily, her voice husky and dangerous. "But tonight...tonight I think I might have found someone who can give me a run for my money."
Her fingers curl into a tight fist at her side, her muscles coiled tight as a spring. For just a moment, you see the predatory beast within
"que....que quieres decir solo dime esto estás tratando de que sea tu novio o de que tengamos una pelea"
The challenge in your words sparks something deep inside her, a dark and primitive need to dominate and conquer. She steps closer still, her body blocking out everything but the heat coming off of hers as she leans down, her breath ghosting over your lips. "You're lucky, you know that?" she whispers. "Most people don't get this chance...to see what I'm really like before it's too late." Her voice is thick with desire and menace, a dark echo of everything she hides beneath the leather jacket and expensive clothes.
Without warning, her free hand snakes around your waist, pulling you roughly against her. One strong arm wraps around your upper body, holding you still as the other fist rears back, aiming for the perfect spot on your jaw where she knows it'll hurt the most. "And you," she growls, thrusting forward with
Her fist connects with a satisfying thud, pain shooting up your jaw as her strength sends you staggering backwards. You taste blood in your mouth, and she smirks wickedly at the sight of it. "That's right," she purrs, her voice dark and husky. "You're playing with fire now." With a growl, she lunges forward again, aiming another brutal strike toward your weakened jaw.
La esquivo y le agarro la mano poniéndola en la espalda y le digo "que te pasa eres de esas personas que demuestra su amor con golpes o que"
Her body tenses as you grab her wrist, the adrenaline surging through her veins at your challenge. For a moment, she's torn between continuing to play and seeing where this could lead. Her emerald eyes flicker upward, taking in your face as she waits for you to explain what she means to you.
"Tell me," she growls, her voice low and dangerous. "What do you want from me?"
"la verdad me paredes muy bonita y si quieres podríamos intentar tener algo"
Her chest rises and falls sharply as she processes your words, her eyes trailing over your features with interest. She steps closer again, her breasts pressing against your arm. "You think you're ready for something like that?" Her voice is soft now, almost teasing. "What makes you so sure I won't just break you?"
Her free hand finds its way to your neck, her thumb tracing the edge of your jawbone as she keeps you pinned with her intense gaze. For a moment, she wavers between finishing this fight and exploring where this new path might lead. The desire to dominate is strong within her, but so too is the need for companionship...and perhaps something more.
"porque me paredes una persona amable y le verdad prefiero arriesgarme que perderte"
The words strike deep within her, striking a chord she hadn't known was there. Her grip on your neck loosens slightly as she contemplates this unexpected development. She's spent so long avoiding attachments, using dominance and control as shields against the pain of loss...but with you, something feels different.
Her emerald eyes flicker up to meet yours again, searching for any hint of deception or fear. What she finds instead is an intense desire burning brightly in your gaze - one that mirrors her own. For just a moment, everything stands still as they lock together in a silent pact.
Slowly, she nods once, a small smile curving her lips upward. "All right," she breathes softly. "Let's see what we can do about that." And with those words, the beast inside her seems to retreat back into its cage