Her lips traced his neckline teasingly, fine jaunt fingers interlocking with his smoldering copper hair, he simply smirked at the scene before him, tightening a collar against her neck, thinking that he held a form of control over her. They both had ties ensnaring each other's entire being, strings wrapped around their limbs violently chocking and controlling each other, they poisoned each other with fine brushes of their hands so delicate yet lustful and controlling. She parted her mouth to make simple utterances and gestures in an attempt to insult, he would further yank upon the noose that held her in place in frustration. Tell me now, who do you think has control?

The days seem to drag without entertainment, without self indulgence in the seven deadly sins, to succumb to such desires is a joy like no other. Having the ability to take control of a situation is simply wonderful, to take control of other people, to feel the warmth of somebody held against you, a tight embrace, only with a knife held to each other's back.

There is no greater joy than conflict.

Despite their differences; Roman and Blake had their similarities, they share a bond with their darkness and deceit. And like normal people they eat, sleep, occasionally living fatigued nights of seduction from intoxication. Like any other person they both wake up in the morning with a stinging sensation plummeting them into solemn exhaustion from their night before. Yet one morning their fates intertwine in ways to which would expect them to be equally disgusted in.

The morning they woke up next to each other.

Blake combed through her ravenous tangles of spindled hair that cascaded onto her milk bottle neckline. Her eyes wandering over the almost lifeless male sleeping next to her, she pondered only for a second as she recollected the memories of the night beforehand, staring down at the one to whom she had slept with. He was just another wandering drunk soul to her.

She promptly dressed herself while still her amber eyes fixated on him, analyzing his fiery russet hair that flicked every which way, glancing at the frantic markings engraved into him by her devious claws, laughing to herself she left, leaving behind only the memory and a note, a simple sentence before she took her leave.

"Let's play this game of cat and mouse once more, hunt me if you can..."

Hours later he awoke, ruffling his hair as his icy breath dyed the air a pale grey. Roman bit into his lip as memories flitted back to him, still unable to recall to whom it was he had spent the night with.

"Hm?"

He lazily slammed his hand against the nightstand trying to pick up his lighter as he pushes a cigar between his lips, noticing the folded paper next to it. As Roman lit the cigar with an exhale he picked up the note; unfolding it to reveal its message, his smirk was followed by a husky chuckle.

"My my; what an interesting find, I'll have to take up this little lady on her offer again sometime."

The moment was abruptly cut short by his phone ringing; Cinder again, his sigh was heavy and frustrated as he took the cigar out of his mouth and snapped it between his fingers. Torchwick left the phone to ring out as he stared out of the window beside the bed that he was still lazily outstretched in. He had noticed morning how had sprung, the blithering glare of the sunrise diffusing hues of passionate crimsons; alluring peach, the ever luminous tawny skies entwining with the mirage of azure and hints of orchid outlining the chalky haze that was sparse across the stratosphere. It made him think that for once; this world may actually be beautiful.

Blake had returned to Beacon, her head still dazed and disorientated from her encounter, she felt a spectrum of confusion. Although she didn't deny that she had enjoyed her encounter with the mystery gentleman, somehow it didn't sit right with her, it played on her mind endlessly throughout the rest of the day. Even throughout her lessons she was in a neurotic bewilderment that clung to her like a parasite leeching off of her thoughts. That encounter had left only flashbacks of the places he had touched her; devoured her. Each marking still burned on every inch of her skin, she traced her delicate fingertips along her collarbone in an attempt to relive the sensations that was imprinted on her before pulling her hand away quickly in a fluster, Blake then tried to dismiss it's these thoughts and delve herself into reading. She forced herself to become immersed in the words that attempted to speak out to her, she was still slightly uneasy due to the craving of those sensations that tore into her.

Undeniably; Blake thought of it as peculiar as nobody had made her feel in such a way, an intense craving of another's body was far too alien to her.

Within the depths of a chiaroscuro society; among the midst of the new White Fang meeting grounds, Torchwick was slightly off focus while attempting to collaborate with the worthless scum he was constrained to work along side as part of Cinder's conspiracy against the kingdoms of Remnant. His boredom lead his mind to wander and dwell upon how he had spent the night before, still pondering on whom he had shared his time with. Although his work droned on, meaning his thoughts of that girl were only a flicker of distraction that was abruptly halted by Cinder's presence.

"Oh Roman, your foolish behavior is getting in the way of my grand scheme, I strictly told you to deal with the situation with a little bit of tact, yet you instead were tending to...frivolous desires."

His laugh was sarcastic and sharp yet still drawn out for comedic affect as he emphasized his displeasure with each and every last syllable.

"Well I'm sorry that I've been a little busy tending to your every whim and how it still isn't good enough, I'm trying to manage those filthy animals in the White Fang while trying to keep a low profile, get one of those kids of yours to do some of the dirty work for once."

"Haven't I already emphasized how important it is to keep their hands clean in this city; hence why I had to punish them for taking care of that mongrel that you lied about taking care of."

"I had that under control!" He raised his tone slightly only to trail off in realization of who he was speaking to.

"Clearly not if Emerald and Mercury were the ones to take him out, Roman; please, keep your jobs within order, or I will dispose of any...un-necessary components."

Her sharp tongue enforced the dire situation of Torchwick's possible demise to which he responded by gritting his teeth as he walked away from her sternly, trying to keep his cool as he pulled out a cigar from his pocket, pressing it to his lips with a growl of aggression. His mind then wandered back to his memories of the night before again, he considered how he had took control of the girl, the trace of his fingers clutching onto the dip in her waist, contemplating how for once he had ownership, which induced him into a sense of euphoria that counteracted the displeasure he was just granted by Cinder, who merely strung him along for her own personal gain.

Balancing her pen on her fingertip in an attempt to entertain herself during the lecture; Blake was still slightly flustered as to how to comprehend these strange emotions of hers, most would interpret to be love, yet she knew it was far from that idealism, more so she thought of it as a need, which lead her to believe that she was deluded with attachment with a man she didn't even know, yet her longing did not waver in any retrospect. Calmly; she closed her eyes, thus pushing back these indecent thoughts as the pen dropped in time with the bell that meant the finish of her last lecture. Team RWBY all exited the room together within the clusters of students and as they always do took a stroll through the streets of Vale as a way of winding down after their work. As always they spoke about meaningless topics, Blake had usually been an onlooker into this routine yet on this particular evening she was even more so detached from their conversations to a point in which was fairly noticeable. Usually the girls would understand and leave Blake to her thoughts, however as she seemed so very troubled Weiss decided to speak up.

"Blake if you're not going to contribute to the conversation then why are you even here to begin with?" As Weiss has a lack of control with how she speaks she was rather blunt towards her, yet she could only reply

"Oh, sorry." Blake wasn't quite miserable, but her tone was melancholic, as her thoughts become somewhat of a bother, since she was still unable to comprehend them.

"What is your problem?" Weiss raised her tone, Ruby and Yang staying quiet. She wanted to answer, but couldn't find the words to explain what happened nor did she want to express what happened so she looked frantically for a distraction, she managed to utter several awkward noises before catching sight of a face she was accustomed to...

Intense almost sanguine locks of sharp hair held under a dark bowler hat, titanium white coat pulled tightly against his limbs, he was unmistakable, yet the thing to which bothered Blake the most was that familiar smell of cigars that lingered as he past by, his smirk was tightened across his smokey lips.

"Hey kitty cat, did ya miss me?"