He roughly grabbed her ankle...

...dragging her delicate body towards him.

Within a second he was standing directly in front of her, not another thought wasted about following her unspoken invitation. His excitement about this new twist was growing with every beat of her fierce heart, pounding so loud in her chest, he could almost hear it.

It swallowed all this attention to the point he couldn't even distinguish if it was her, who was the daring one, balancing on the brink of risking her own life or him, consumed by the dangerous desire of offering her his hand for the leap into the darkness that surrounded him.

She made him drunk on the sheer thought about how her morality must be twisted, about for how long the pieces were finding each other in her mind, all while she was standing beside him, with that sweet smile and it made him smile again, a faint approving hum leaving his lips.

With every red string she had drawn from clue to clue, she was inevitably weaving a net closer and closer around them, drawing him nearer, so dangerously near that she forced herself to a decision, once he would've recognized the trap.

And now they were standing here, the red lines intensely glowing around them, like a cage none of them could escape.
He took off his glasses, directly looking at her. The crimson fire was reflecting in his eyes, burning away the clear blue, pulsating with the tension of the strings that had drawn their bodies together closely. He could feel the heat emitting from her.

She was intense and he was addicted, long before this moment. But it was only by now that he freely allowed himself to look at her not through a mask, but in the purity of embracing her within his twisted intentions. And granting her the same.

As her body fell back into the armchair, her heated gasp only making him harder, he relentlessly ripped down her pants. She stared at him, eyes wide opened, that challenging smile on her lips that fueled his racing pulse so well and made him grin wickedly. He wouldn't have to hold himself back, in no way.

The shadow of his tall frame lingering over her, bending in agonized but powerful longing underneath him...he roughly grabbed her ankle, dragging her delicate body towards him, lewdly spreading her legs for him, eagerly opening his belt with his free hand, not breaking eye contact.