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Started May 28, 2019 by @Elder-God-Jacks347

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"You, a flirt? Never!" Draven said with a grin. He flexed his fingers slightly.

She gasped in mock offense. "How dare you assume such a thing!"

"Oh, I dare," he said with a playful smirk.

"You're asking for it honey, trust me, I do bite." She smirked.

"Aww, I'm honey now? I must say, I preferred cutie to that."

"And I prefer antihero to murderer, but we don't all get what we want, now do we?"

"I should. I'm hot enough."

"Says the arsonist."

"Exactly," Draven said, grinning. "You're the first person who got that."

"I'm a murderer, not an idiot." She chuckled, flashing him a sly grin.

"You sure?" He grinned cheekily.

"Pretty sure cutie."

"But not completely sure?"

"I mean, everyone can be a little stupid so no. Not completely. Because I'm a dumbass sometimes. But I'm pretty sure."

Draven shrugged, bored. "If you say so." He picked up his cuffs and jerkedthem across the ground. Sparks flew, and he smirked.

"Hey! At least I'm not a total narcissist! At least give me that!" She laughed.

"Nope," he said, acting as though he was witholding a toy from a puppy.

She pouted like a child. "You're no fun."

"Thanks," he said with a grin.

A sudden clanging at the cell door caught her attention. It was Mariah, holding an envelope. "Mail call." Ivy's eyes lit up and she snatched the letter out of her hands. "Yay! He told me he'd write soon!" (Me trying to make a good reason for jealousy because I love seeing psycho guys jealous 😂😂)

"Who's he?"Draven was surprised at the surge of anger and jealousy that filled him when he heard it, but he tried to ignore it.

She ignored him and opened the letter, sighing happily as she ran her fingers over the small, slanted letters. "To my darling. Oh he's so sweet to me!"

Draven's jaw clenched. "Who is this charming man who writes to you?"

She ignored him once again, just reading the letter with a giant smile on her face. When she finished, she clutched it to her chest and sighed dreamily. "He's too much, I swear."

Draven was almost bursting from holding back anger. "He sounds like someone I'd like to meet," he said through gritted teeth. Why should a man get her? He was better. She deserved more than someone who would only write to her. He, Draven, was better looking, smarter, and more dangerous than her… lover.