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So I'm bringing back the appreciation post. Fuck it.

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Xavier didn’t chase—he hunted.

His stride was unhurried, deliberate, boots striking the pavement in a steady rhythm as the night swallowed her laughter. It rang through the empty street, breathless and taunting, but she wasn’t as fast as she thought.

He caught her easily.

One arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him with the effortless force of inevitability. Momentum carried them forward, her body colliding with his—soft against solid, warmth meeting the winter’s bite. A sharp inhale, laughter caught halfway between exhilaration and surprise.

He didn’t let go.

The scent of whiskey lingered in the space between them, mingling with something quieter, something unspoken. Her breath fanned against his skin, close enough to feel but not close enough.

Xavier tilted his head, voice low and edged with something unreadable.

“Gotcha.”

The silence stretched, heavy with things neither of them said. Then, slowly, deliberately, he loosened his hold.

While Mitchell didn't exactly follow all the required holidays, the world around him made sure that he didn't forget. He found the usual gifts way too cheesy though and wasn't sure what to get for a woman like Rose who probably had seen it all.

"Hey babe..." He smiled when they met up outside the hospital where he worked. Wrapping an arm around Rose's waist he kissed her lips. "I have a surprise... you up for it?" He asked before he took her hand. It was still dark, since Mitchell worked until the early hours of the morning.

@savagecuhnt con't from here

The  coin  had  determined  that  this  man  was  guilty  ,  punishable  by  death  .  Before  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  could  snap  '𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄  𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃'  he  hears  a  groan  .  Fuckers  got  a  real  strong  will  to  live  .  They  don't  toss  the  coin  twice  .  He  was  simply  resisting  the  divine  law  of  fate  .

Without  looking  at  the  pathetic  writhing  of  the  man  at  his  feet  he  pulls  the  trigger  again  .  𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌  Then  silence  .

❝   He  is  now  .    ❞   Stepping  over  the  body  Rosalyn  Von  Greyson @savagecuhnt  ,  here  to  spectate  fates  judgement  ,  …  or  she  wanted  something  from  them  .   ❝   You  get  a  𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐀,  chippy  or  are  ya  jus'   stalkin'  us  now  ?  Maybe  yer  were  hopin'  for  an  𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  ?   Maybe  it's  time  to  put  you  in  the  box.   ❞ 

Characters Involved: Dominic Angel-Wetherly & Rose Von Greyson

"Perhaps we do. It's not often I meet someone who enjoys giving people pain and torture, whether they deserve it or not. As the saying goes, looks can be deceiving. I don't know much about you . . . yet . . . nor do I know your name but I do know this: You're beautiful and . . . I like it when women are strong, fearless and know how to take care of themselves."

Dominic watched the tattooed woman closely as she tilted her head to the side, showing him her neck. Her skin was clean and, to his surprise, not covered in tattoos like the rest of her body. The sight of it alone was enough to make his fangs ache for her blood and his mind thinking deeply about it flowing through her veins. Right then and there, he knew that the time for resisting his hunger will soon be over. His facial expression remained unchanged as he continued to make eye contact with the dark-haired, tattooed woman, his predatory nature as a vampire . . . well, half of it . . . beginning to show.

"I can see that. How very . . . clever of you to leave your skin bare and uncovered by permanent ink. It seems I have found someone to snack on after all. With or without alcohol, I bet you'll taste absolutely delicious. And as for what I taste like . . . well . . . you're more than welcome to find out."

The Wetherly hybrid smiled, revealing his fangs. With one arm, he wrapped it around her waist and pulled her closer to him, their bodies pressed against each other. Then, he lifted his free hand and used his fingers to gently trace her veins. His movements were slow, smooth and delicate, as if he was painting something on a blank canvas. He leaned his head down until his lips were inches away from her neck, his nose breathing in to her scent. A low, animalistic growl rumbled in his throat. A terrifying sound that will surely leave chills and shivers down her spine.

"I wonder, though. Have you ever offered your pretty neck to other vampires? Or is it just me?"