PK-Lovers

"I think it would be wise for you to shut the hell up." He snarled over his shoulder as he turned and began to walk away. His wide back arched and the muscles tensed, rippling against his jacket as he strode towards the edge of the clearing. "Make me." Tye halted dead in his tracks. The wind gently tousled his hair, but he remained turned around; hate emanating from his very essence. The silence crashed down around them for an instant, and Tye's hulking figure seemed to swell. Kaylith could almost see the veins popping out in his forehead. "What…was that?" "Make me." Kaylith repeated speaking slowly, putting emphasis on each syllable