Slaved Bride

just a wolf in wolf's clothing,


it was today that she would learn of his volatile nature and unpredictable process. a part of him angry that her closures reached his heart. it was as if he met it with full resistance this time around overwhelmed by her effect & influence-, he rejected her with a sudden change of demeanor once she stroked his cheek; like a chain reaction. his head shot down in attempt to meet her face to face in a close and dangerous confrontation-, his fangs bared and a deep growl rumbling from his throat. his eyes became harsh with furrowed brows and a puckered snout. "You are my slave for now. Do not forget your place, dearest iris." it was as if he needed to remind himself not to be captivated by her.. not yet. not so fucking soon. as if there was a fear from it.. a deep, repressed fear from loving her.
he pulls back then with a hardened glare before moving from over her. he felt an array of emotions he was not comfortable with, let alone prepared for. he trailed forward with a lowly handing head before pausing to turn over his protruding shoulders, brows pinched, "What ever magick you use.. keep it off of me." he grumbled in a deep baritone voice before walking away with concern filling his belly. he was a distrustful man.. and an angry one. vadim would leave her be for some days to fume off- as she frankly never made sense to him. she never fought against his claim.. his ideas.. or his presence. it confused him. but all the same, he yearned for more. "I'm sorry, Iris.." he thought.

-exit vadim unless stopped.

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