If Walls Could Speak

This is what the Syndicate is hiding? “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” He grumbled back at her, a hint of amusement seeping into his tone. "Fear has its uses." His breath hitched as her claws danced dangerously close to his vulnerable flesh. A thrill licked up his spine, a rush synonymous with standing at the edge of a precipice. “But if trembling is what you want, I’m sure I can help with that.” The Praetor brute growled, his voice low with desire.

His predatory grin widened, his dark eyes alight with feral delight. The primal energy within him surged, a deafening roar echoing through his psyche as he felt the ephemeral tether that held him to reality thin and fray. He thought he could feel the desire in her as well, something similar of his own savage thirst reflected back to him. Whether by her design or his, it didn’t matter; the game was in full swing now, and he was more than amenable to play along. To allow her to lead, as long as they were both heading in the same direction. The taste of her was intoxicating- maddening all at once. Aresenn pressed closer, driven by the tantalizing scent wafting through the still, damp air of the mossy forest. His senses were overwhelmingly full of her - every breath he took was rich with her essence.

"Aresenn Praetor"