the detective kneels towards the nameless civilian, permitting the rain trickle down concern features that faced a disgust, perturb one. “don’t feel pressured to speak your story just yet. but know i am here to help,” he conveys, his approach being exact for the anguished girl that alone made her bony shoulders quiver. the remark was met beside reticence, & the male instead stood straight to let the paramedics conduct any impairment that was forsaken upon the girl. every shift the prosecutor had been recently taking on came to be the same mishap, disparate location & never had the town borne an excessive heft of manslaughter since many, many ages ago. what was he missing here?

“sir,” a manful tone reaches the former man to confront the younger associate who seemed enthusiastic to assist at any inured second. his emblem glinted at the movement of his physique that radiated tension to see the qualified man. once the two made eye contact, the officer cleared his throat, back contracting to erect as straight as he could to impress. “y..your daughter is here,” at the referral of a daughter, the male closes his eyes with a sigh— coarse fingers enclasping a pack of cigars inserted away in the sable sack. lighting the roll, those eyes were concise to greet virtuous, troubled ones scrutinizing through the barred set; pursuing to grasp any data standing out.

ambulating around the official the senior flows forward enough to evoke the attention of the college student that felt satisfied at the new view. “dad,” she exhales out, “what happened?”

“you can’t be here anais,” he nevertheless asserts, & it plucks a frown at the edge of anais’s mouth. “I heard what happened,” she merely interferes his commentary briefly, those akin eyes no longer enduring the singular guardian she had matured with. “you think it’s some wild animal?”

her dad firms his lips, though proceeds to take an additional draw plenty to let the fume slop between the dentures well— rotting straight the brittle winds. “we don’t have the answers yet,” he finally casts the feedback out & he seizes one more stare at her, aware that he could not be stunned by how much ‘the kid’ was pleased to service with no capacity in hand. being the daughter of a detective could be complicated & even when one should be grossed by the innumerable of heinous beliefs, anais was continually there to attend— to choose to be a part of the site to compute enigmas abiding.

reaching over while dangling the belvedere, a rugged hand bumped the undergraduate’s head along strands of hair getting wafted in the way, “get home kid,”

anais shakes her head at the dared pestering, “i’ll go home—” she begins to allege till a definite sufferer snares her concentration next. it was the girl that formerly installed on the shores mourning & beholding the dull character across, she perceived the junior went to the same academy. anais was arranged to evacuate the location, gratified to command home as her parent petitioned & when she did all that was on her sense was the girl situated in the back of the emergency vehicle mouthing,

you’re next.

the revelations nevermore went away the second it became monday again & all seemed to label the individual who was lifeless that evening. blathers flowed about— fully not enough to convince the private eye's offspring for a solution. it was apparent that the assassination was complex to resolve & monitoring her father’s prior phone calls they were sure it could not be a mortal’s deed. but an animal?

“anais,” void eyes lifting from the equal-sided escritoire, they were faced with radiant features that disrupted the unbroken pondering; wholly finding to model into park jimin himself. he sat quite nonchalantly near the student’s armchair, plump lips curling,  “you look stressed,” each time the comforting sound stole her thought it constantly port an unpredictable sensitivity behind. park jimin was the ‘it guy’ over campus & even if a pupil present did not know him personally— they knew something about him. it left mumbles to leap in sessions they shared together because how come jimin was always near the detective’s daughter? the all too comparable chatters about it left anais on edge & was jimin being sympathetic full to even trust him?

“confused actually,” she retorts, fingers deflating around the lone pencil that obtained the strain striking through her muscles. jimin’s view pursued from a graceful face to a disheveled journal next where the word ‘ANIMAL’ was composed beside lines spiraling around it various times. anais’s hand coils to stash the word, clearing her throat by the moment jimin had implicitly established the disorientation. “the murder must be that important huh?”

“it’s the third murder in a row,” she lowers her tone, in the end setting down the pencil to cross her arms to neglect the caustic that arose from the overall mention of it. “not even dad has a clue on what’s going on, and the old man has been working for too long,”

jimin tilts his head, resting a cheek on the palm of his hand, “which is why he’s handling it..it’s his job after all,” he then smiles, “it’s cute how invested you get into these things each time,” nothing could be passable to sweep her over, alike the flirtatious endeavors & in fact, she did not rely on a single word of it, not when two undergraduates behind were buzzing to one another like fools. anais takes the opportunity to review elsewhere instead, fluttering to a tidy flio as if to abolish all the delineates milled in her intellect concerning the homicide.

THROUGH the fall the lone dilemma at gloom was the murkiness, some nightfalls even the stars had been buried behind a barrier of foreboding streams. as they wavered on toward fall those nights drew high, restless to appear, reluctant to pass. no longer could they slumber in the open with slim attire for cover & each other for warmth. the midnights were as ferocious as a dip in the chilled lagoons would be, taking their physique heat until their lips blued & teeth chattered. for the period it came to be bitterter than predicted, but existing in a modest community near the bay it was deliberately rational to advise others about staying heated in early october.

two am was the typical hour where the alabaster window would be found far unclosed, welcoming the wintry dusk that could never depict the warmth lapping inside the range. the junior remained up holding specific jitters, lips parted in pants to feel skin prickle in coldness by the new condition invading through. anais’s mind marked the girl back at the border, the cadaver battered open with entrails unloaded out & it was mediated deplorable to speculate she could be the one ravaged next. it was already the end of the week & there had been ordeal after ordeal marooned to sting behind those eyes, yet all she did was to discount the alarm seeming to slither up the spine & play it off as a halloween banter of the town.

being cautioned that the unceasing air was ranging past her shoulders, anais progresses out of the balmy shroud to unite the window where the blinds were flapping powerfully due to the clime. dubiously extending for the peak she claps it shut again, fingertips fiddling upon the latch to pick up the distant click. mobiling aside to judge the framework, her heart sprints the more those weary eyes inspect every rim to guarantee it was cinched this time.

she was convinced she had it shut when she went to dream.

cowering at the hasty commotion of a device vibrating, the scrutiny shifts to the phone reposing on top of the nightstand— where a lackluster luminescence had been the only thing enlightening the space. freeing the blinds to grant it descend back into place, anais never recalled the arced figure outdoors,

one including an amber desirous glare.

gripping the dial, she presses the lighting to observe upcoming messages all from jimin. what was he doing up this late?

[2:05 am] there's a halloween party happening tomorrow night

[2:07 am] say yes! we have to go!

her eyes squinted, appendages of the hand restlessly coiling at the sides & she seemed to once inference the red flags about displaying to an exclusive gathering. she is responsible— how can someone have fun when there is danger lurking around the town? anais hovered her fingertips over the keypad, eyes rereading the messages until her shoulders flinched at acquiring another one precipitously.

[2:10 am] i hope you come. don’t be boring.

DON’T be boring, a conscious forewarned, raucous to envelope the peculiar clamors that were suppressed— confined in an appropriate constructed dwelling that exhibits to be rural, beside shales nicking off the ends. the building was not at all common, permanent in a station where miles down a gasoline station would be in sight, yet if someone went farther than that; there was the town’s real plaza. it prevailed near a woodland that fenced the far end of the borough & despite if there were greenery everywhere, this particular post left the twenty year old to shudder.

there were admissions distributed, fog from tobacco, & the trace of clammy crowds casting a shade about the field & it was figured out that the dwelling was indeed deserted— someone wanting to profit the locale to beautify for a classic halloween celebration. since last night, jimin’s messages were acknowledged by the daybreak due to a fidgety brain & it was no doubt that it was all timid. anais was not enamored of parties, let alone associations in any event that was put together. it was favored to remain at home, revise class material, & conference along a detective for hours on eternal conclusions.

but jimin is good at persuading. not utterly, nonetheless the text of don’t be boring was something the investigator’s daughter needed to validate wrong. one duskiness should not hurt, yet it was all later being deplored the second the entryway swung free & a wobbly jimin urged upon the door frame with a foreign intoxicated haze. “you made it,” he smirks & it still was captivating in spite of hefty exhales undulating off those coral lips.

anais stood stiffly, skin burgeoning goosebumps from the october atmosphere ongoing to gyrate, “i did. .” after, jimin acts to the side without assistance of the door & the outlook was accompanied by a rash of more public, spills on the desk, & flogging music. the temperature elevated the moment she stride ahead, eyes concerning the abundance of remote faces, was this what people went crazy over?

“come, i want you to meet my friends,” jimin exhales in her ear & she cringes, not used to the proximity he was offering. his hand interlaces through her own effortlessly, tractioning her into the ocean of figures on each other for hunger. “I can’t stay that late jimin,” she prepares to deliver her sentiments— abdomen prickling with bees as the attractive guy was transferring more into the ‘house.’  ultimately the display of several mortals situated along an upholstered furniture was checked, bottles, cans of alcoholic beverages hurled randomly around & anais knew why cinemas cherished to showcase young adult affairs.

jimin located boastfully near the lower girl, awarding a roomy grin towards his so-called friends all dispersed at this sphere they invented. “this is anais,” he tells & she felt like it was secondary school all over again upon the inaugurations.

one of the males arranged crosswise takes a lone wisp of the cigar before twirling in his fingers. “oh shit,” he curses, “you’re that detective’s daughter right?” as the observation was made, anais noted her heart was bustling, did jimin go around spilling things?

“she is,” jimin answers for her with one more smile & at this point in time, the beaming was no longer seen as alluring— instead there was a lingering awareness that everything leading up to this was imitation. “I heard a lot of things about your dad,”

anais empties her throat this turn, wanting to appear courageous adjoining these seniors, yet she was in no place to do so, not when she wore a ludicrous nurse costume that left too much imagery for anybody. she was getting gnawed alive by wolves all from the burdensome peers. “what did you hear?” she replies in a doubtful pitch & the male smirks as extra smoke dives through his mouth. “oh, so she can speak,”

snickering was heeded from the other companions behind, although those eyes were sealed on the male that was initially the one to discourse after all. “there’s just rumors of how many cases are left cold because of your dad,” side glancing at jimin just alongside, he demonstrated no sentiment— no smiles, no rage, & no friskiness. in fact, he makes the gesture to seize a beer off the counter, degultiting a gulp without blanching at the firm taste. “I mean shit..working for over ten years and still can’t reach the peak?”

she gapes heavily at this male, fist bended rigidly enough to become ashen. she nevermore remembered who he was & perhaps he had to be in some non prominent organization they had in the institution.  the male still simpers, grinding the ends of the roll against the splinter stand where his hand grasps a jug of liquor next, “but it went all downhill from the case of your mother huh?”

“he couldn’t even help her,”

it went reticent afterwards & anais missed to know who this person was— how can someone know a family’s past so well? “come on jaxon,” jimin’s voice returns, espialing the stiff demeanor to be invisible in thoughts instead of quarreling. “that’s enough,”

“how..do you know that?” everybody’s scrutiny fixates on the dark-haired who was starting to collect a tread first. jaxon tilts his head to take other draughts of the pungent liquid & appoints to repeat nothing. “how do you know that?” she inquired over in a much draconian volume, even taking jimin by bewilderment as his brows wrinkled along the swift reception she was freeing.

this chance, anais rushes towards the male— furniture forsaken as those angular appendages ring the neck attire of a top, a reckless flame veiling over the black eyes. “how do you know that..!”

the dispute came roaring more than the last, resounding off the slim dams that were up to now concealed by the strident music thriving  inside. everybody neighboring bore at her, some a bit baffled, & while others seeming drolled at such a backlash the dialogue pulled. before the male could convey, anais felt a frozen pour spurt down the back with an adhesive melt lagging down her neck & legs. glimpsing below, fair salmon marks dyed the blanched dress, surrendering any drops of the juice to curve over skin that could not manage its hold on the fabric. roaming backwards, the undergraduate turns to mask an anonymous girl accompanying bright eyes & colored lips that sneered while holding an barren jar.

anais thinks how the beverage was now wasted on her rather than drunk & before she could blink all around commences to swell with hilarity at the sole sight. the laughs were vociferous to clunk in her ears—  appendages straightening to regard every original face fissure into a beam. it made those stinging insects late at her gut turn into scant knives that prick severly to precipitate a glossy gaze because what ached the greatest was jimin humorously fronting the saturated figure as well.

ingesting down a spasm bubbling in the middle of the throat, the human recedes as promptly as it came, in the bountiful bodies & inebriated yells— where the dusk air was the one gating the skin this time around. limited huffs liberated her lips at the second pallid sneakers delved into a bound slot between lanky trees elsewhere from the building behind. anais was still nearby, but deep enough where the tunes were offsetting to be laborious to overhear. she never presumed if it was because the chagrin was erupting inside her gist or alleged to be entombed forever.

kneeling down, hot tears drizzled down her cheeks, although she never heartened a sob to getaway those lips as if she was frightened the trees circumambient would go into insulting too. the mourning would eventually soothe as a phone shakes & seeing the flashing screen lit in the center of the dark night, anais pushed on the green dial briefly, “dad,” she sighs out, eyes shutting.

“how’s the party? you’re not drinking right?”

a faltering smile loops on her mouth at the conversant steely mood, “can you pick me up? the party isn’t so fun after all,” the mention was met upon silence & her brows rumpled, “dad?”

lowering the phone, the line got separated sanctioning her stare to surface the corner of the screen where no white bars have been graphic for signal. “fuck,” she whispers, soliciting to transmit any messages to her keeper to get picked up.

messages not delivered

messages not delivered

messages not delivered

there were various efforts made to get the messages across & no matter where those white sneakers situated, the indicator was never retreating back on the device. sauntering back the dwelling implied to be the only choice & depriving to avert it at first, anais could not,

not when screams were beginning to clog the forest.

the hollers quoted off amidst the foreboding that granted the tree fronds a dance— all divergent in spirits & pitches as the minutes were living by. she stood petrified at how long-lasting the cacophines were, how blaring they were broadening over the muted music & even if she was far off abutting the woodland, she could still hear it like a hallucination. there was no time to ponder about what was going on, instead her feet staggered into a dash approaching the hind of the dwelling where she exited, but the closer she got, the turmoil was migrating in. the atmosphere emerged denser than before & as those slender fingers snaked about the door lever to spin open, her throat grew taut at treading on something wet. blood.

it was in all places— on the walls, the carpets, seatings; unspecified areas that had a isolated piece of furniture inside. at first the beings were not conspicuous due to the vague bulbs, however, as anais ambled through she was tanked with the prime casualty that arose as a girl beside her torso gutted out. covering her lips in astonishment, she pads back to collide into a chair that was sludged along maroon waterlogging off the arms & legs.

in this point of time the melody was diminution, emptiness forsaken to stuff the clone corridors, where was everyone now?

was everyone killed?

discreetly the junior jaunts over the diversified mortals with hollowed respiration— seeking to stay low in case the butcher had been closeby. hands were glistening in plasma as she bumbled astride the flooring, flawed to cultivate any biliousness that was founding at the pit of the stomach. the party had updated into a massacre the longer she cruised through the scope & as she was devising to retire from an entry within reach, she canceled in a daze to perceive one being that had been belligerenting to stroll down the hall.

squinching to see the character clearly, anais immobilized as the darkish light casted past the male in view, jimin. “shit,” he grumbles under his breath, imprisoning his side that she saw was laboriously bleeding, the leakage lesion discernible through his frayed pullover. heeding a pair of white shoes, his eyes ascend up to find wide, intentionally blameless ones that could have made him less strained. “anais,”  jimin coughs along lips slyly ringing & even when he required the hand, she did not feel like confiding in someone that ashamed her previously. “w..we need to get help,”

no argument was good to dodge her throat & she was entangled between hankering to be kind, or to quit as she fled to hail for aid on her own. “anais,” jimin duplicates in a vulgar volume, making her flinch, “help me walk, we need to get help.”

the tone was stringent & as anais erected there pursuing to amass her anxious breathing altogether, jimin started to glare right through her. at his fierce ogling alone, it had been plentiful to arrange the justification she was looking for. hesitantly passaging from the exit, the brunet-haired commenced to amble towards jimin who was contorted over, beholding his laceration just before a creak was caught down the foyer. delaying her hike, her heart skipped a beat at permitting her concentration to glance down the blackness orbiting abaft jimin’s shoulder. “hurry up!” jimin’s snapped, yet abortive to get anais to maneuver from her post.

“w-we need to be quiet—”

“you..” jimin heaves a breath, fixed straightforwardly with a permed smile on his creviced lips, “you really are pathetic aren’t you?”

the creaking gait extended & even when jimin’s altercation anguished, stung in the pit of her backbone, she resigned to let him postpone in the obscurity further. something was not right— did not feel right & the more she watched, the more she could discern a physical structure was concomitanting with them, vigilant in the hallway. eyes murky by worry anais takes another step back,

another, then another, and another.

“anais—!” jimin ultimately screams from thwarting, hysterical to wish the guidance until the outcry rounds into fear— pitch intense & gargle with unwieldy slabber. there was the mirror of bones fracturing, agonizing among the blood inceptioning to plash far more than any other part she had witnessed in the area. the shouts protracted, all too loud for the instinct to go psychotic & instantly, she too yelps when an unspecified thing rolled near her feet.

a head. . .jimin’s head.

stumbling over her extremities, her physique flattened to the ground to blur in more plasma of her classmate, bellow after bellow exodusing to contact the thicken air. the gloom was engrossing her in every angle beside no luminescences to be found any longer & demise impressioned to be on it’s path, in the arrangement of a figure that drilled over the lifeless male’s body. arduous respiring disgraced through those blazing ears & feeling on fire by the quantity of blood that has bespattered about.

“i’ve been waiting for you,” the beast mutters, head tilted as nothing but red body fluid trickled down his chin quite sloppily. the appearance made anyone want to throw up— the way she was capable of perceiving the deformed colleague arranged inert behind his prodigious shape. he was evidently no human— pointy teeth, grapnels that were lengthy enough to chop anything; how can this be real?

“i did this all for you— they were being so mean to you weren’t they? so i stopped them. .and they were delicious, but i know it couldn’t be delicious as you,”

anais chuffed at the appearance of a towering male, broad shoulders suited in tattered, bloodied wear— eyes that gleamed through the overcast, glaring through the miniature being urged upon the confined door.  the male extracts in a respiration, one that resolutely finds his environment & it makes him feel faint, additional drool assorted with blood caressing down his veiny neck. the bouquet loitering was fragrant, stronger than all the red splotching on the furniture formulating the immortal ponder over the incessant nights he would sniff her while she snoozes.

the endless nights he would taste her skin.

jeon jeongguk acts onward to stimulate anais’s deficient legs to bend, presuming to coil as if it would armor her away from all the wreckage he was initiating. he leers with teeth, moving closer & closer— until he halts when a wail flees her lips. “p-please,” she whispers upon a crack in her voice, revulsion dressing those runny eyes enough to produce an obnoxious grunt to leave his throat. “don’t kill me..”

“kill you?” he replays ludicrously, plunging to his knees just before her crouched form; engaged in the beauty that he thirst to see up close & conscious. “I would never get rid of you,” his words sounded off his tongue somewhat finely, composing the uneasiness in the way he was beginning to stare at her. he evidenced desperation. “just like how you can never get rid of me,”

another screech parallels against the corridors as his grand claws embrace her ankles to snatch, body banged to encounter the grisly mat. his eyes flicker at the vision of extra fluid besmirching her ebony hair, his full brawny frame being adept to withhold it. “I want a thank you,” jeongguk utters, licking his choppers as his scowl drawn down her haggard neck that pumps briskly. “I got rid of all those people— shouldn’t i get a reward?”

a bawl echoed at the conversation & it made the immortal smirk wide at the perception of a gaunt shape skirmishing to attack someone that was assembled to be in this situation. the longer he poised above, the more the blood & drivel as a whole trickled her cheek making her expression evert to a sickening one entirely. “please stop, y-you don’t have to do this,”

her disgresses were overlooked as his coarse palms skimmed on her condemned torso, until seizing the choker of the pasty apparel to slit apart altogether. breasts leaped out without anymore backing along with a corresponding celestial hue panties that gave his own pants a cramped fit. “fuck,” jeongguk growls, his fingers administering further of the acquaintance’s claret past the pale skin that solidifies at feeling the nippy muck. “I told you— i’ve been waiting for this,”

“waiting for you,”

anais snivels in humiliation at her defenseless body being glimpsed to someone that was an intruder— an executioner to be exact. hands hobbling upwards to possess the perky bosoms, they exert pressure in his arrest with fingers rubbing fragile nipples to let harden. “don’t,” she squeals, chest bowing onward for her hands to strain his inferior abdomen that port the site on fire from how benign the physical contact truly was. his head descends this time, lengthy tongue forthcoming to fondle the fluid that was perspiring down her chest, spiraling around nipples to bid consideration. a mewl greets his ears, his vivid eyes ascending to examine the delicacy combat to bury any pleasure crawling down her spine. it wasn’t supposed to feel good.

jeongguk presisted on to lick any blotch that blood left behind, evoking the dismay suffused whimpers & private moans that were captured in a throat he wanted to fuck. he remained restless, as the undergarment was severed apart from those tremulous legs to detect a piece he needed the most. clinching the back of her thighs he hoisted the physique to become expanded, legs wide, & bare to disclose the blossom between. the scent was effective, fashioning a fat groan to withdraw his gory lips, the plain note too lusty to make a wine speck to glow over anais’s cheeks. she has never been extended this way with anybody, let alone to someone that had the skill to slaughter her. by then he could not aid himself any longer as his tongue swept over a singular clit pulsing due to his earlier reprehensible behaviors.

she widened her eyes at the sense of something warm spitting over her tender cunt & proceeded to writhe her hips at the unaccustomed deed; head unbalancing backward onto the indents of the timber where she could not comprehend whether the terror was catching all the pleasure that was designed to go on.

jeongguk’s chest thunders upon an additional rumble under his breath at her obedience, extracting a cord of drool getting misplaced in between his mouth. the aftertaste was far from sour & perhaps it was the profound charm of lust where he just desired to maintain distinguishing the mellow cries. it was a delusion to be rousing the girl, cognizanting the erotic appearance of a bare body creamy with red fluid of the beings that previously aggrieved her. anais’s legs recess at the extinct solid grasp on the ankles & her eyes gaped in present to behold an enticing exterior precariously adjacent again. even if he was doing the reverse of what she requested, there was a minor part of interest to interpret what was his true aspire behind all this.

a restraint encased over the throat made all the myriad determinations fade in mid air to fixate on the beast thus far yearning for the dark-eyed. meager hands stretch in alarm to blemish at the wider one, sustaining shortened inhales before the pair made eye-contact. “it pissed me off how you let everybody walk over you for months,” he murmurs, glare hunting over the pinken bottom lip quiver, “the only one that can be ruthless to you is me,” his clutch toughens on anais’s throat— starting to dread at the haziness & spots atoning in her vision.

jeongguk’s free palm spreads her legs, the sluggishness of her body from the smother-hold executing to have the possibility to discern what he was intending to do. the folds between widen again to his aspect & lastly sensing the tacky moisture glazing the walls the system he fantasized of utilizing was all coming true. an enlarged apex of a cock sprung above to poke at her, orbiting it’s tip around the so far rosy clit that made vibrations band down the bones. she gasps, realizing, & meets those weeping eyes amidst his icy gawk.

“w-wait,” she hiccups, mining nails in his wrist cruel to dent, yet at no time desisting it. “what?” he incision the term, emanating extra tiers of bulky precum to share on top of her mold. “I’m going to make love to you,”

the altercation cleft in anais’s ears like vermins, suctioning the soul out of a carapace she assembled when a daring male jabbed his cock to widen— rupture apart the one entity that made her human. a strong sob retreated from her larynx at the searing sensation, however it prolonged as the immortal rutted his hips forward to let the tip nudge broadly inside to devise a perception of revulsion. she heavies a breath, back arching to throb from the wood beneath milling her skin in the process, it hurts badly.

“oh my,” jeongguk openly says, own frame flourishing additional incitement the better he felt luscious walls narrowing— tackling to wrench his reproductive organ in response. any more of the babble, laments, & beseeches the undergraduate proposed were all spurned between the crummy barricades; reinstating the clamor of a frenzied creature that grunted & snorted along every movement of impulsions that conveyed quick— nasty to manufacture a mutilated heart.

the thumping was rambunctious, slick resonant with mockery to emphasize there is no victorious counter to the lust. tears were shed, seedy cascading behind her head & the agony kept rising the greater he humped himself further each time. the satisfaction was intimate & cannily espialing the means of a tinier, dainty bod shakened through any ram, his eyes depressed to notice blood not only blot her skin, but barred on his shaft. “shit,”  he lets out, invigorating the pacing in between a breathless chortle, “this is the honor of us connecting baby, don’t you see?”

jeongguk’s hands dispersed to contact all points that supplied goosebumps & head curled to the side, she scanned the tragedy of a litter discard over the region. there was still the odor of fluid syrupy on the flooring, although at this point the untold bodies divided to specks were dignified as memorabilias. compressing her cheeks between his appendages swiftly, clumsy lips happen to find her own for longer kisses she grimaces at & onsetting to go through the sear migrate from the irritation, the beast moans toward her tongue, drizzling his every concluding devotion to soil her insides.

the human of his lover cripples on the lumber & fronting lower to eliminate his inferior frame off, he cares the manner in which it convulses among a pale & crimson entity amalgamating. he grins, swiping a digit over it to accumulate, pressing it to anais’s mouth to tint with absent tenderness that doused the former virtuous gaze. advancing forward, jeongguk strains one last kiss to her lips, bestowing the fondness that was contrary to the preceding conduct in a plan to make up for his avarice he named love.

“I’m going to take you away,” he emits, fist kneading along the grimy gaunt cheek, owning the mortal to draught at the concept of disposing final days as this moment.

coming soon! [most likely will be done by mid-or-end december]

⟶ jeon jeongguk x foc!character ft. jimin

⟶ werewolf au! college au!