Aesthetics
He was captivated. Couldn't fucking look away. Inhaled a whiff, wanted more. Needed more. Craved more.Then, he decided she was His, only fucking his.
No one was taking her away from him
His Litte love.
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WerewolfThe moment he set his eyes on her, he claimed her. She was his. He wasn't letting her go. No Matter What