#﹠ . ⁺ ❛ ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ʀɪᴠᴇʀs. ─── discourse. 𐕣

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“admit it, you’d have taken a bite out of eden, too.”

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" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? " @ jonathan ( I'm dead 🤭 she's like super exasperated too. like, " what a mess 😒 " )

* @malumxsubest. ╱ prompt.

↪️ │ accepting.

jonathan tilted his head, the faintest flicker of amusement tugging at his lips. he crouched down near the mess he’d left behind, his fingers ghosting over the bloodstained floor as if admiring a piece of art. he didn’t answer right away, letting the weight of the question settle between them. when he finally spoke, his tone was laced with dry humor, yet his eyes remained dark, unyielding.

“tap-dance?” he mused, glancing up at her. “now, that’s an image. i’ll admit, it’s creative. but no—ice skates are too cumbersome. too messy. this… well, this was precision. every stroke intentional, every mark purposeful. think of it as choreography, but instead of music, i worked with screams.”

he straightened, brushing nonexistent dust off his hands, his gaze never leaving hers. “you disapprove?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes sharp, dissecting every reaction she gave. “or are you just impressed i managed to make it look this… theatrical?”

jonathan took a step closer, a subtle smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “i don’t just kill, darling,” he added in a conspiratorial whisper. “i create. some call it madness. i prefer to call it… expression.”

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Jonathan’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as he watched her carefully, every word, every movement from her only adding to the palpable tension between them. He could see the battle within her—the way she both resisted and wanted him at the same time. It was fascinating, watching her try to maintain control when all he had to do was stand close enough to make her heart race.

He took a slow step toward her, savoring the way her hand rested on his chest, feeling the beat of her pulse beneath her skin. His gaze never wavered from hers, his dark eyes studying her with a hunger that matched her own, if not exceeded it.

“You think you can push me away, Alyson?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried the weight of a promise. He could feel her pulse racing under his hand, and he knew exactly what she wanted, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it yet. “You think you’re in control, but you’re already falling for the game. You’ve been playing it since the moment you couldn’t resist looking at me.”

His hand reached up, his fingers brushing the edge of her jaw, his touch light, almost teasing. “You want to see what I’m capable of? Then keep testing me. Keep pretending you’re not interested in what I can offer. But don’t be surprised when you get more than you bargained for.”

He stepped back just a fraction, giving her space, but not enough to let the tension between them dissipate. “I’m not threatening you, Alyson. I’m giving you a choice. Keep waiting… or step closer. But be careful. You don’t want to lose yourself in this. Not unless you’re sure you want to.”

He tilted his head slightly, his smirk deepening as he waited for her next move, knowing she would eventually come to him.

And again, it felt like someone had stabbed her straight in her throat, suffocating her, making her choke on her own blood, taking away her last breath. This only ever happened when he was too close to her, so close she could feel his breath on her skin, could almost hear his heart beat. She had to let out a sharp breath when he closed the distance between them once again.

Alyson could hear her own heart beat fast, she could not explain why he had this kind of effect on her. The last time she felt so small was as a dumb little teenager when her abusive boyfriend kept crossing the line, she was scared of him, didn`t know how to get out of that dangerous and toxic relationship but those times were over, she was no longer that little girl anymore- at least thats what she kept telling herself all these years.

"you are hunger?" she questioned him and tilted her head to the side, noticing the dangerous tension between them. She listened to him and felt how her stomach turned upside down when he called them both monsters. And before she could grasps his words fully he had already taken a step away, she noticed his look, how his gaze wandered over to her lips before he looked into her eyes again.

It took everything for her to not jump at him and take that kiss she wanted for a while now. As much as she hated him being this close to her, she also couldn't wait to devour him, touch him and find out all his deepest thoughts. She knew he was waiting for her to take that first step but was she really going to be this stupid and give in? was she going to give him exactly what he wanted?

No. "What will happen if you get tired of waiting, Jonathan? are you.. threatening me? I really dont think thats smart." she told him with a small smile as she looked into his dark eyes. She put a hand on his chest as if she was trying to keep that little bit of distance between them before she would lose control over herself, over her body. God, she was sick.. how was she so turned on by someone like him? But then again, she didn't know if it was him or his darkness that truly intrigued her.

"I want to see what you are capable of doing." she said almost alluring, wanting to know how far he would go in their little game they had started.

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jonathan’s lips curled into a slow, deliberate smile as alyson closed the space between them, her arms snaking around his neck. he didn’t flinch, didn’t resist. her boldness amused him, even intrigued him, though he could sense the tension humming beneath her skin. she was trying to take control, to wrestle dominance from him, but he had danced this dance too many times before.

when she grinned, eyes flicking to his lips, and asked her question, he tilted his head slightly, studying her as if she were a particularly fascinating specimen. he didn’t speak immediately, letting the silence stretch thin between them, a predator’s patience. her intensity, the glint of violence lurking just beneath her surface, wasn’t something he found off-putting. no, it was fuel. it was recognition.

as she released him and stepped back, he let her retreat. his movements were slow, calculated, as he adjusted the cuff of his shirt with one hand, his dark eyes never leaving hers. her question lingered in the air: who are you?

“i could give you an answer,” he said, his voice a low drawl, deceptively calm. “a story to wrap your head around, some neat little narrative to make sense of the man standing in front of you. i could tell you about my upbringing, about how the world taught me to sharpen my edges, to carve myself into the shape you see now. but that wouldn’t really answer your question, would it?”

jonathan stepped forward, closing the distance she had created, his presence filling the space between them. his tone shifted, darker now, heavier. “you want to know who i am, alyson? i’ll tell you.” he leaned in slightly, his breath ghosting over her ear, though his hands remained at his sides, as still and composed as a statue.

“i am hunger,” he whispered, his voice intimate, almost reverent. “i am the knife in the dark, the voice that whispers when you think no one’s listening. i am every secret you’ve buried, every nightmare you’ve silenced. i don’t take because i need to. i take because it’s who i am. and you…” he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his gaze boring into hers, unrelenting. “you’re not so different, are you?”

his smile returned, sharp and knowing. “you see, alyson, i don’t care about what you’ve hidden behind your doors. i already know it’s beautiful—ugly, broken, but beautiful. what i care about is how you’ll play the game. because you’ve been playing it your whole life, haven’t you? and now here we are. two monsters staring at each other, trying to decide which one will bite first.”

jonathan took a step back, the tension crackling between them like a live wire. his gaze flicked down to her lips briefly, then back to her eyes, as if daring her to take that step, to cross the line.

“so, alyson,” he said softly, his voice tinged with amusement, “what will it be? will you show me who you are? or will you wait to see what happens when i get tired of waiting?”

A loud laughter escaped her lips. "I knew it.. you are anything but normal" she said then took a step towards him now, even if his presence still felt uncomfortable, even if it felt like he had a sharp knife against her skin.. but she wouldnt back out, she wouldnt show weakness, she would never let him have control of her.

Alyson wrapped her arms around his neck, looking straight into his eyes, those eyes that made her feel some type of way, those eyes she would rather escape. His reaction to her revealing her true self to him was still something she did not see coming. He seemed to be just as intrigued with her than she was with him. Maybe they both had sensed something was wrong since the first day they saw eachother or maybe.. he was just a stalker and found out one or too many things about her which she really didn`t like. She didnt like how much he thought he knew, didnt like the way he talked to her.

Thoughts of them in his bed, her on top of him with her favorite knife came to her mind, blood gushing out of him like a fountain, if only she could really see him like that. "How much blood i am willing to spill?" she asked then looked to his lips when he spoke and she grinned but never answered that question. She had a feeling he would maybe find out soon enough. "So tell me then, Jonathan.. what have you become? Who is this person really that is standing before me?" she asked and now she was geniuenly interested to know who he thought he is. "I wouldnt mind playing with you at all."

Behind her doors she indeed hid many things and yes, also the things he had mentiond but Alyson was far more complicated, if he had met the younger version of her, he would not recognize her today. Her trauma, her sadness, her anger, the darkness surrounding her, all that.. made her to who she is today.

She slowly let go of him again to create some space between them, even if for a split second she indeed wanted to taste those lips, just to figure out how he truly tasted, how someone like him would feel against her lips and her body. As intimidating as he was, she was also drawn to his darkness, fascinated by the way he talked and moved, it turned her on in a very sick way and she had to control herself. There were still many things she had to figure out about him, she knew nothing and that was bothering her. "Tell me... who are you?"

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jonathan didn’t react immediately. he stood there, watching her transformation with a quiet fascination, his smirk deepening as the humanity drained from her eyes. this was what he had been waiting for. the mask slipping, the raw truth emerging. he found it intoxicating, the way she shed her façade and met him on the edge of the abyss.

“i don’t think i know you,” he said finally, his voice low and deliberate, every word laced with a dark amusement. “i do know you. i see you, alyson. every fractured piece, every jagged edge, every door you think you’ve bolted shut. you’re not hiding from me.”

he took a slow step forward, the air between them growing heavier with each inch. “handle what’s behind your doors?” he echoed, letting out a soft, humorless chuckle. “i don’t just handle darkness—i thrive in it. what’s behind those doors of yours? blood? regret? a hunger that nothing seems to satisfy?” he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper, taunting. “don’t pretend you don’t feel it. that ache. that craving for more.”

at her mention of God, his smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something colder, darker. “God?” he repeated, his tone almost mocking. “you think i answer to some divine judge? no, darling. there’s no God here. just us. just the monsters we’ve become.”

he paused, letting his words sink in, his piercing gaze never leaving hers. “and snitch on you?” he shook his head slowly, a faint laugh escaping his lips. “no, no, no. that’s not my style. i wouldn’t dream of ruining the fun. i’m far more interested in what you’ll do next. how far you’re willing to go. how much blood you’re willing to spill.”

jonathan’s smirk returned, sharper this time, like a blade against her skin. “but let me tell you this: whatever you think you’ve seen, whatever you think you’ve done, it’s nothing compared to what i’ve become. so, alyson…” his voice dropped, turning almost intimate. “are you sure you’re ready to play with someone like me?”

She did not notice, didn't notice how unusual she was acting, didn't think it was this clear that she was nervous. Only when he pointed out the twitching of her hands, the racing of her pulse and her quickened breaths, only then she realized that she had not been acting normal.

When he leaned in to her even if it was just slightly, she had to take a step away, she felt like the walls were closing in on her, she felt like gasping for air as his eyes were fixed on her, devouring her soul, her deepest secrets and it took her everything she had to not turn around right there and run as fast as she could. It felt suffocating to be standing this close to the taller male.

But this wasn't her, this wasn't the Alyson she grew up to be, the person who sliced men open in their own bed just because she could, just because all she wanted was revenge. These men- they did not deserve to walk a second on this planet, she did not sin, she just did what others would never dare to do. She made this town better and safer for all of them.

She closed her eyes for a moment. "So you think you know me?" she finally asked, opening her eyes again, the little bit of humanity in her eyes had disappeared, there was nothing behind them anymore. She did not have to put on an act for him. So what if she had a bite out of Eden too. "So you will always have the key? You wouldn't be able to handle what is hidden behind all my doors, Jonathan." she told him with a small smirk.

"What will you do? Tell your God about me? Snitch on me?"

What was this feeling she had? there was nothing normal about him, he had his own dark secrets and Alyson wasn't sure if she wanted to know about them. One look and she could tell that there was something seriously wrong with him. No man ever intimidated her like he has and it made her angry. How dare he tried to challenge her, how dare he talked down on her. Who did he think he is? Who... is he?

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jonathan’s expression twisted into something between amusement and malice, his lips curling into a faint smirk. he didn’t blink as his piercing eyes bore into hers, dissecting her, unraveling her, like she was nothing more than a puzzle he’d already solved.

“what makes me think you did?” he echoed softly, his tone almost mockingly contemplative, as if the question itself was some kind of joke.

he leaned in just slightly, his presence pressing down on her like a shadow that swallowed the light. “oh, alyson,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, yet sharp enough to slice through her nerves. “it’s written all over you. in the way you’re trying so hard to deny it. in the way your hands twitch, your pulse races, your breathing quickens.”

jonathan tilted his head, studying her like a predator savoring its prey. “i don’t have to think. i know.” his smirk widened, but his eyes remained cold. “you’ve got secrets. dark ones. and no matter how tightly you lock them away, i’ll always have the key.”

the silence that followed his words was deafening, his presence suffocating. yet his smirk never wavered, as if he was daring her to argue, daring her to prove him wrong—even though they both knew she couldn’t.

“Uhm, what?" He was starting to make Alyson very uncomfortable but she couldn't tell what it was about him that intrigued her. Something about him seemed so different, maybe his eyes? those eyes that could look through her soul. She felt like he had already looked through her and found out all her dark secrets. "what makes you think i did?"