His voice forced her eyes open, a low growl, even and on the edge of ferocious amusement. „You seem not overly concerned about your wellbeing, regarding the fact that there’s a hand at your throat. Pressing quite tightly, I might add. It must be painful.”
Her bloodied lips distorted into a wry grin, little droplets of red splashing on the smooth black leather of his sleeve. There were only a few millimeters between the ground and her toes, she could feel the stones when she stretched just a little bit, a tiny movement. Futile.
“Maybe I like it. As long,” she gasped in a few short breaths of much needed oxygen, voice cracking around the threatening tightness, fingernails scraping across the back of his hand in useless motions, “… as long as I… I can feel it…”
The slender fingers pressed a little harder, pale eyes fixed on her without any emotion behind that cold, unforgiving stare.
I tried to draw him as close to his appearance in the 1982 film, but in Tron:Legacy. All of his suit details are insane, but so beautiful! I got a little carried away with the background, heh. Hope you like ‘im!