Be Careful

I pinned him against the wall. Our faces so close I could feel his warm breath against my skin. I smiled. He scowled. He glared at me and hissed. “You’re an idiot if you actually think you can get away with this.”

The smell of corpses rotted around us. But it was just like roses to me.

“Aw, baby,” I brushed against his soft hair. “I just love it when you underestimate me.”