His rose, Her life -=Hitman!Jones~x~Broken!R...
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Her life within his hands, His smooth, Soft fingers were dabbing her skin with wounds.
They pore into the skin of her hand As they held onto eachother.
Her life within his hands.
Not knowing the risk of eachother, He pulled her closer to kiss her.
Her life in his rose. His bloody, needy hands with the tips at her skin.
He had her life.