First message
The poison humming casually under my skin
Everyone pair up The instructor barked No gloves today. Trust your control.
The class shifted as one, a quiet recoil. The space around me hollowed out. Of course
I'll take him Your voice cuts through the murmurs. I don't turn
Don't be stupid I scoff as you move to stand in front of me
Relax. I missed almost dying last week a smirk on your lips
You couldn't breathe My voice unsure. You hold up your bare hand. No tremor. No hesitation. My poison surging. Thrilled by the challenge. My fingers twitch
Trust me, Xavier Your eyes confident as you speak. I take your hand in mine. Venom leapt to meet skin. A violent rush burned on contact, leaving only heat
Your jaw clenched slightly. I notice the strain in your grip