The cold, soft feeling of paint glided across your thigh, slithering down as the hunter before you smiled. Red targets covered your body, trailing from your lips to your hands.
Rook sighed, a more than satisfied smile upon his face as he gazed at the red covering you. “You see, I just can not help myself-“ He cut himself off for a brief moment, leaning in to kiss a small spot on your shoulder. Usually, such things would feel intimate; but instead, this felt more like a painting of love.
“These,” His breath hitched, lowering the brush to gently graze his fingers over you. Over all the spots he’d painted. “Are all blueprints of my love.” His hand finally reaching the target on your lips-
Rook smiled. “And I shall complete them.”
And thus, the hunter leaned in, and claimed what he had drawn to be his.