They put up a war of glares, Kraven with his vexation and Isadora with her stubbornness.
"Hmm..." he mumbled, briefly rubbing his underjaw where his scar was. "What would it take for you to not be angry with me?"
'Gods!' she thought. 'It seems an apology is an unknown language for him.' She sighed, releasing her hands.
"Don't do this again." She began. "As a couple..." She cleared her throat as her cheeks heated. "Decisions are made together. Right?"
Kraven licked his lips, intrigue blooming in his gaze. "Together." He tasted the word in his mouth like it was a strange phenomenon that just occurred, yet he welcomed it.
"Give me stillroot without my consent again..." she said through clenched teeth. "I'll make you regret it."
"How are you going to do that, love?" he countered.
She smirked, mirroring the one he had. "Trust me, you don't want to know."
"Come on, love. Indulge me." He tried to touch her again.
