His lip curled, vampiric fang jutting out over the edge. He knew full well she was looking to provoke him, her words carefully selected for that purpose alone, and would have liked to think he was above this kinda crap. Better than the sort who'd fall for such obvious bait. But obviously he wasn't, because each and every time he felt the tension drawn out like a string, pulled taut till it inevitably snapped. Ronan needed therapy like yesterday.
She drew in close, serpentine smooth, words a drawl in his ears till she was just right there. Another jab and he felt his eyebrow twitch. He wasn't exactly a stranger to female attention, for the most part they got a disinterested rebuttal, but not always. Some managed to squeeze their way through the cracks, his defences not as infallible as he'd like. Sometimes he was lonely, just a man at the end of the day.
He looked to the side, gave averted, muzzle wrinkled with ears stiff and upright. And then she had to go and push him, brazen and frankly not a very smart thing to do.
Lunging forward, the full heft of his of weight barrelled down on her, closing the already small gap between them whip quick. Pinning her down with paws shoving against her shoulders, jaguar claws barely peeking out for her to feel the slight scrape of their points. He stared down at her, thrumming with an energy he didn't quite to know what to do with. He'd been overly forceful, not at all mindful of his own bruising strength, a snap impulse born from a rage that felt all consuming. Anger he couldn't stomach, acid in his throat.
"Is this what you want? My attention?"
She was still pretty, even with the mud now marring her purple coat.
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