if there’s anything he’s weak for, it’s women that aren’t afraid to get their hands bloody, those that could tear apart everyone, including him, without batting an eye –––– women like her. he finds beauty in her darkness, enticed by her bloodlust, the monster in him seeking out the monster in her. lips pull back into a wolfish smirk, bloodshot gaze shifting from the scene of destruction to her, settling finally on her mouth. ‘ god, i could kiss you right now. ’
@feelsepic ♡’d ! ( accepting. )














