<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Hazeel grit his teeth and arched his head towards his shoulder as the whisper wracked through his brain. It seemed to whisper through his entire soul, pushing him towards a wrathful desire that was hard to deny. He straightened his neck again and shoved her back against the couch, increasing his tension on her neck while his fingertips pressed even harder against the stone. He couldn't shatter it... at least within his hands. As the whisper oozed into his mind again, he couldn't help but accept it. His fingers clenched even harder on her windpipe, choking the life from the woman as she barely managed to squeak out an insult. Hazeel's lips curled into a smirk. So, that is what this was going to be. He looked towards the only door within the room, and didn't seem to hear anyone except the both of them. If they were truly alone, then no one would be able to hear the suffering that he could put her through.<br/><br/>He was going to go easy on her, but that one word set him ablaze. Insulting his wife was more than fighting words, and he knew a good way to fight with a woman like her. Unless she had some sort of magic, he would show her how much of a bad idea it was to insult a confused and desperate man. Hazeel threw Irelia off of the couch and to the floor below while his other hand opened to reveal the necklace that she was wearing. He bashed the stone against the wood of the couch twice... three times until the stone shattered in two and fell to the floor. "Should have picked better words..." Hazeel muttered as he stood up from the couch. He grabbed onto her ankle and threw her onto her stomach, then mounted her as he grabbed the two straps that held her dress up. With a hard wrench of his fingertips, he ripped both straps from her dress and shoved her shoulder down to the floor while his other hand undid the tie that held up her hair. He wrapped his fingers into her silvery locks, holding her head down while his hips pinned her ass to the ground. He had at least a foot of height on her. Unless she had some sort of magical power, she wouldn't be able to fight out of his grip.<br/><br/>"Apologize..." he muttered, his deep voice chilling her down to her core as he practically held her like a doll. He knew the whisper was coming... he had to endure it. "Apologize for what you said about my wife, or this is going to be a long day for you..."</span>