He'll let you snuggle warm up to his neck but choke your milk-white throat with his slimy hands.
He'll kiss you with all the passion and the desire he's got but don't mind that slaked blood tear he'll leave behind.
He'll caress your wrist and rub soothing circles over it, so smooth, you won't even realize your bursting veins being sucked out.
He'll gaze into your eyes endlessly without breaking away, just look out if his start to deflect to a crimson and starts to burn yours, your love made you blind.
He'll make you sit on his lap and place thumb over thigh, don't shriek if he decides to make your blood gush out and make it his wine.
He'll hold your face and bring his lips to your ear but don't worry if he screams into yours the Lion always roars before his prey and there it gets ripped.
He'll tell you he loves you but don't miss his twitching, he'll leave you stranded, his wolves ready to devour you ; that's what his eyes convey.
Don't take my word, he'll love you alright. slowly as though he's poisoning you slowly like a crouching panther but don't scream because before you know it he's drunk your soul and he's killed you.
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