[Her heart's pounding as she looks up at him, eyes wide and doe like. His anger makes the air around them feel heavy, but at the same time she feels petulant. How dare he speak to her like that. It's not even the roughness that bothers her, it's simply the way he speaks.
Leblanc tenses as he kisses her, blood rushing to her head as her world spins. Why is he being like this? He, of all people, should understand. He knows how soul-crushingly lonely the life she leads is, so why--
But then, through the confusion, there is anger. Pure rage. How dare he treat her like this when she trusted him. A low growl escapes her lips as they part, her nails digging into his chest as a sign of protest.]
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Leblanc tenses as he kisses her, blood rushing to her head as her world spins. Why is he being like this? He, of all people, should understand. He knows how soul-crushingly lonely the life she leads is, so why--
But then, through the confusion, there is anger. Pure rage. How dare he treat her like this when she trusted him. A low growl escapes her lips as they part, her nails digging into his chest as a sign of protest.]