CW: Addiction/Drug use (very brief mention), Grief, Death of a Sibling (mentioned), Homophobia (Implied)Bexon was going to commit a murder.
It was late and Max would not stop tossing and turning in bed. It was driving Bexon crazy, every time he would be close to falling asleep Max would move again or kick off his side of the covers.
"If you don't stop that I'm going to suffocate you with your own pillow," Bexon hissed.
"I need some water." Max kicked off the blankets for the millionth time and walked to the door. "If I'm not back in five minutes, come find me."
With that, Max disappeared into the hall. Bexon watched his dramatic ass leave before he laid back down and tried to fall asleep before Max came back. It did not seem to be working all that well for him though.
Bexon looked over at the clock on the nightstand and sighed at the time.
"02:40," Bexon grumbled to himself.
Max had been gone for a total of twenty minutes. Bexon debated whether or not he should go look for him or if he should just try and sleep again. The silent question was answered for Bexon when he heard the dog bark.
Bexon jumped out of bed and quickly made his way down the almost pitch-black hallway. It sounded like Max hadn't even made his way downstairs yet if the bark was anything to read into.
"Max?" Bexon whisper-yelled.
Bexon just wanted to sleep, but no, instead he was wandering the hallway for a blond bitch. When he found nothing upstairs he went downstairs, maybe Max made it to the kitchen just fine and Bexon was just hearing things.
His feet were cold when they hit the tiled floor. Bexon made it to the kitchen, getting more annoyed by the second. There was no blond man in sight.
"Where the fuck did he go, now?" Bexon questioned.
He checked the rooms near the kitchen, thinking perhaps Max got lost again. Nothing. Then the barking started again and Bexon followed the sound down the hall and to one of the rooms near the basement.
"Bex!" Max greeted him with way too much happiness for whatever time it was. "Why didn't you tell me you guys had a dog?"
Max was sitting on the floor petting the large dog's stomach as if it were the cutest thing ever. Bexon was pretty sure Max was the type of person who looked at something terrifying and thought: 'cute I should pet it.' Bexon knew it was hopeless at this point to even try and answer him though.
The dog in question had fluffy black fur and was the size of a small house. It was some weird mix Bexon never cared to learn about. He might have been more of a cat person, but he grew up with dogs his whole life until he moved out.
Cerberus was no different from the dogs he grew up with. The dog—like most of the family—didn't take kindly to strangers.
"That's because my dad usually has Cerberus outside," Bexon grumbled. "He likes it out there better."
Having said that, Bexon wasn't sure if 'outside' was the best wording when the dog had a house to himself with a built-in treat dispenser. The dog might have been a guard dog, but it looked more frightening than it really was—as long as it wasn't commanded to attack or anything.
It was still odd to see him take such a liking to someone knew.
"Aw, but they're so cute not to be mentioned," Max grinned.
"He'll live." Bexon glared at him. "I thought you were getting a drink?"
"Well, I was, but then I saw a dog and kinda just followed him... then kinda got lost," Max mumbled the last part.
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RomanceBexon Venturi was the embodiment of death. He worked hard to stay at the top of all his classes, which left him no room to dwell on his unpleasant past. Years spent convinced it was his fault took their toll; he was distant and only allowed a few...
