𝘨𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘦

       ❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   . 

      𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐘—    a predatory creature.    𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, is certain…  his teeth sharp, eyes sharper, & grin for all it’s sweetness… laced in poison and dripping with venom.   𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕’𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, perched above him with hands tangled in leo’s shirt & burning with heat as they kissed–  and kissed for hours on end.  

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚? love, to booth deering was foreign… at least this kind of love.  for while he knew the love of his coven, he did not know the love of one 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆.  he didn’t understand the pull others described to him, until that very same pull was guiding him after leonine no matter which turn he may chose to turn.   it was as if magnets dictated booth’s every move, outside of these walls & within them where he sits now;  occasional shift 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚕𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 driving a spike of thrill up & down his spine.