Chrissi_07
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Cross’s jaw tightened. A million scenarios playing out in his head like a movie if he accepted this offer. It could either go out bad, worse, or humiliating. Cross didn’t know what to do. What if Killer was just playing with him? This guy cannot be trusted, Cross witnessed how erratic he is, annoying, everything ever since he was taken into Nightmare’s hold.
“...” Cross relaxed his jaw. “If this turns out to be just a joke, you're dead.” Cross mumbled, hesitantly taking Killer’s hand, palm resting over his.
Killer smirked, adjusting their hands so their palms were pressed against each other, phalanges tangled. “Now how could I make a joke out of this in a slow dance?” He asked teasingly.
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In which Killer wants to dance during a mission. Cross wants to quit.