~I Would be Your Slave~
Fear me, love me.
The wind howled, a lonesome sound. He hid in shadow, staying well out of the orange lamplight pooling onto the snowy side walk. Through the parkhe followed her, beneath it's black, looming trees. Her breath was visible steam in the air before him. He reached it breathing in, retaining that small part of her.
I would be your slave.
She paused, head turning to the side. He ducked deeper into the shadows. He could tell that she was smiling. Was she laughing at him? Did she know he followed? She resumed walking. Snow fell slowly.
A/N: I like this one the best so far. I hope you like it too.
