κειr`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

You watch as Keir’s about to take a sip of his wine. Noticing your glance, he tilts the glass away before the liquid could fill his mouth.

“You poisoned this, didn’t you?” He asks, stepping closer to you. A small smirk painted your lips. “Why would I dare to do that?” You counter.

Keir let’s out a small chuckle before downing down the drink. Before you could say anything, he grabs your waist and pulls you into a kiss. The taste of the wine and poison now infiltrated your taste buds.