Of Guns and Wine.
You hold the gun against your temple and you wonder if you really can do it. You sigh and put it down on the table next to you. Your throat burns as you remember the wine that she offered you last night.
You knocked on her door at 11 pm and she lets you in, her cold demeanor present as always. You take out the documents she asked you to bring. You lay it out on the table and she calls you from over her shoulder with her violet eyes piercing your red ones. She calls you to wine and you smirk as you refuse, remarking that you only came for her signature.
She still comes in with two glasses and a bottle of wine and she sets them on the table. She gathers up the papers that you left and she leans on her kitchen counter, reviewing the papers.
After 3 and half minutes she raises her eyes from the papers to you. You still feel the coldness from the look she gives you but you also sense something more behind that initial cold stare. She places the papers on top of the table again and she shakes her head citing further errors that could surely be worked on as her reason for not approving. You give her a nod indicating that you understand her reasoning and turn to take your leave.
She doesn't stop you and that's the last that you see of her.
A/N: Pairings are whichever you choose but it's kinda obvious.