crying out into the dark night

Lines were drawn, ones Venom dared the shinobi to cross for her. He was a serious man and even more so his duty consumed his life. The young Empress half expected him to deny her request, a selfish part of her hoped that he would for any other woman. But Venom was not just any other she wolf. She knew where this requested closeness could very easily lead to, but the Abraxas had already read the signs. The break in her leg right before she came of age.. This was not yet the opportune time to conceive. Even if her body begged otherwise.

Hattori spoke softly, as though he were resigning himself to an unchosen fate. It wasn’t reluctance by any means, and the man wouldn’t do anything he didn’t wish to. Yet here he was, lowering himself beside her. In her bed. The thoughts became much more real with his proximity, but even with the tension that lingered in her shoulders Venom heaved a comfortable sigh as she relaxed against his strong form. ”Perfect.” She murmured as she lowered her head to rest against his neck.