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lacrimosa - mozart
he was on the verge of losing his grasp on his own sanity. in most cases he would always just step out and feast himself on a wild forest creature or simply put, an animal.
but not tonight. your scent was driving him insane and all he could do was stare at your tempting neck calling him. your head was neatly put on his lap and your gaze stuck on the television screen, engrossed in a show he didn't pay a single attention to. all he could see was you. your scent and the warmth radiating off of you.
so warm. so delicious. even the thought of licking your skin made his own skin crawled and his eyes rolling back. the satisfaction of having your red liquid drip down his chin and in his throat. heavenly. oh the things he would do to get a single drop of your taste on his tongue.
his gaze was so strong on you to the point of you feeling it. you tilted your head back to look at your lover.
his eyes were as if they were stuck on you. his intense stare made you slightly nervous. it wasn't the usual loving gaze you would always receive before both of your lips were locking. this one was different. half opened lids giving off a cold feel. this wasn't the lover that you knew.
you immediately sat up from your casual position. back straight and hands fisted, the atmosphere was unsettling.
the sudden call of your name came out from his mouth almost startling you. "go to the bedroom and lock the door. please dont open even if i tell you to." his voice was low as he demanded you.
you get it. he wants you, and not in that way. but even so, he was trying his best to keep himself off of you.
standing up and taking staggering steps towards your bedroom, your actions were rapid. the door was locked in seconds and you swiftly jumped on your bed. you could lightly catch his scent on the sheets as you held on to his pillow for comfort.
BANG BANG BANG BANG
he's outside. a human and its predator being separated only by a thin door. at this point you were depending your life on the lock. the metal lock that will decide your fate.
you knew it would someday turn out this way. you chose this. falling in love with him wasn't easy. he tried running away to keep you, the one he love, safe and far away from him. but in the end, you came running back to his arms and he too couldn't do anything to refuse his own love for you.
adrenaline ran wild through your veins as his soft pleading voice was heard faintly behind the door. calling out your name and pouring his heart out. it hurts you to hear him like this.
your soles were feeling cold from the touch of the marble floor as you made your way to the door. loving meant sacrifice. you've been begging him to turn you too but alas he never agreed and kept changing the subject every time you bring it up.
you couldn't stand it anymore. and so your fists were cold and shaking, gripping and turning the knob. unlocking it. the creaking sound of the door was painfully eery given the situation you're in, drawing a grimace to your face.
hanma was standing just a few centimetres away from your figure, him towering over as his scent intoxicate you. you were done for and you knew it. the moment that you had always been waiting for. though the hallway was dark, you could see his dangerous smile under the faint glow of the moon.
you were certain this was either the moment you turn into a creature of his kind, or losing your soul and body or in a more forward way to say, dying. but you would die for him. you always did. that is just how deep your love for him ever goes.
and with that, your arms were wide open as your eyes shut close and ready to take him.
