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he'd done so well avoiding her. hadn't answered the texts, hadn't slipped up, even when drunk && alone. roman was not a man of strong will, nor one of resistance. a creature of temptation, and a bleeding heart to muddy the waters worse. there were bodies to fill his sheets when desperation struck; but nakita had fucked with his head enough that he felt too far gone to cope.

she'd laughed when he confessed the depth of his feelings. roman still smarted from her smirk, yet craved it all the same,

how he ended up in the club where she worked, he wished he knew - but it was his own fault, as his friends dragged him out after some party. the whirlwind of his life, and roman was swept away with the current. maybe she wouldn't be there... but she was. of course, she was.

and of course, his best bud saw his eyes glued to her as she danced. like a good friend, he'd shelled out the cash for a private dance. and like the brute he was, roman hadn't protested much at all. now the lights were dim, and a curtain gave him this precious moment alone with nakita. he hadn't seen her since she laughed at him in his clunker of a car, with marijuana smoke curling around their bodies as his heart broke. now, he was drunk && high && stupid with lust- her body so close to his, he could smell the sweetness of her sweat that had mixed with the perfume (was it oil? did it mater?) as nakita filled the space with her presence.

roman's breath hitched in his throat, hands warm on her hips. her collarbone shone under the neon light, and his teeth sank gently into it, grazing against the curve. hot kisses trailed further up her neck, pressing passion beneath her ear. " oh... fuuck... " roman groaned, hands shaking as his eyes drifted shut. this moment wasn't stolen, it was bought - and he'd probably come to regret it, but for now, his mind was lost to her, and her alone. nails trailed soft butterflies up her bare arm, pushing hair out of the way, so roman could kiss back down the arch of nakita's neck. kisses plastered to the top of her chest, his own heaving with a racing heartbeat as he breathed in her, tasted her salty skin with the exploration of his daring, searching tongue.

At first, the werewolf boy haunts his dreams.

Dominic promptly dismisses him as nothing more than a fleeting apparition------- yet another ghost lost in a sea of unknown faces lurking in his subconscious. Yet, oddly enough, those dreams always ended with a rare and elusive sense of peace, something Dom hadn’t felt in a long time. As the prized son of a noble family of hunters, rest was a luxury he could never afford, though he wouldn’t have chosen any other path. Fighting for the Rookwood name, slaying vampires, and purging the world of evil was an honor he carried proudly. The only honor that gave his life meaning. Moreover, he wasn’t some big naive brute; he knew all too well how cunning vampires could be, worming their way into dreams, weaving illusions, and digging their filthy claws into what made a person weak, vulnerable. Which was why Dominic didn’t dwell on the dreams, in the beginning... Instead, he fortified his psychic defenses, brushed the visions aside, and carried on as he always had.

But then that same wolf began appearing in reflections, staring back from the mirror’s glass. Dominic remembered those compelling, deeply melted brown eyes... ever so soft, so steady, like they held adoring promises meant only for him. So much tenderness in one gaze it almost made his defenses falter. Surely it was a trick, some sort of black magic. And when he caught sight of that face again in the shifting crowd on his walk through the city, all his fears had been confirmed. He was being actively haunted-------- stalked by a specter cloaked in eerie recognition, bearing a wolf’s dangerous gifts. Was it time for him to start hunting down other supernaturals, as well?

inspo; we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt {linked in source to original}

clearly brain cells had been lost in the break up - raine had settled on that judgement pretty quickly, and with much ease, after staring unamused into the wide, cocky grin of her insufferable ex. when she tried to get a response, and none came - her eyes rolled, her fists balled up at her sides, and her heart skipped a beat. it was unfair that months after they split, this much affect could be had over her. she shouldn’t care- but she did. it was never fun to feel ignored, or laughed at. especially by someone you hate. and as her boots stomped off across the pavement, arms crossing and chin lowering… raine realized. the shirt. she wore their stupid, ugly shirt. “ oh seriously- that’s what was so fucking funny?! ” raine whirled around on one chunky heel, eyes blazing hellfire as she yelled out with indignation. she didn’t even care if her shout caught the attention of anyone else in the park- crowded, of course, since the sun decided to finally peek out and promise spring that day. “ here, you immature asshole. you can have it back! “ and without thinking- pure heat of the moment, raine removed the shirt && tossed it across the green, aiming square for the face. it was only after the fabric left her fingers and soared away like a flag of war, that she realized- she hadn’t put a tank top underneath. just a bralette, and not even her cutest one. looking like she was about to attend a damn coachella festival, there in the center of their small hometown. " happy now? what a jackass... "

inspo linked in the source!!

he’d never been the type to have a lot of feelings - well, that wasn’t true, not really. it wasn’t so much the emotions he avoided, but the talking about them part. the part where they ruled your mind, controlled your dick, and hurt like a bitch in the end. maybe that’s why he’d done it. gotten so crossfaded he hadn’t cared when he fell into someone else’s bed. wasn’t that the goal? stay numb, stay dumb. and yet… with the morning came the guilt. grayson hadn’t expected to feel it, hadn’t prepared for it, vulnerable to the way he couldn’t stop that spiral of self-hatred from unfurling in his tight chest. even if he’d never made them any promises… it felt like he’d broken something he was supposed to protect. secrecy only made it worse. he cringed at their 3am text- telling himself he’d done nothing wrong, hadn’t worked well enough. grayson felt like a dirtbag, so he turned for comfort right to the source of the heart he suspected he’d wronged. asked for validation, reassurance, and salvation while slipping sins from his lips like a sinner at church. “ it didn’t mean anything, if that helps. honestly, it was just at some bum ass party. “ the silence scared him, so gray kept talking. digging that grave deeper, after his confession of finding passion between the legs of another. “ it won’t change what we got, i promise. “