feral in his stride — digits grip the sought out fabric : snapping
to regarduntil he’s thrust against the nearest surface. corrupt with rage ; & still a smirk licks it’s way across argent FACETS.
❛ hey dipshit — i’ve been looking everywhere for you. ❜ soles of ( his shoes, ) still stained by the crimson token of his mark upon jake’s truck. & while his friend was on the hunt for blood — it WAS HE who
wanted to slash& bite : to use the pyre that wouldn’t stop kindling. ❛ did you really think you could get away with it? ❜ he’ll wait FOR THE pleading — the fear. just to break him anyways.