dusk till dawn.

mayhem x atilla.

a murderous brute unfolds his love to a she-wolf over time. not knowing that her purpose was to hurt him, mentally.

TW

it may involve mentions of death, blood, cursing, violence.

it aroused her to peruse his cloistered sentiments. whether or not he was still a murderous, barbaric, crude brute upon the inside or this facade of his was just a pitiful show. either to grow favor from the alphas or to terrify the weak. to her, it seemed quite entrancing. this fearsome draw to accompany him. to feel this crude presence grow to trust only later to see it diminish, was nonetheless invigorating. brim his fantasies with agonies, meddle with the mind of a hunter, and see him leisurely endure. even if this ambition appeared effortless, her longing was to fool this wretch and make him conjure for her appreciation.

"ah, yes, mayhem!"

with a glaze of sweetness overflow over her voice, like the freshness of honey. her purring lumbered from the bottom of her larynx. inquisitive if he heard and bestowed his heed, her sashaying figure briskly spun. nearly half-lidded gaze playfully stared precisely at his awakening body ache for a stretch. those swelling muscles jut from his ragged skin, invoked the drought to heave his unkempt, wiry fur. like a god in its rock molten throne.

"i assume, i haven't truly agitated your slumber, darling."

a few feet apart, her snout seemed delving into his scraggy pelage. touch starved, rather. her light, healthy body slumped over his. like an inseparable pup, strap to its mother for fondness. atilla did it, only to knead her odor on his sandalwood one. that pungent, a head-whirling aroma, that no mud would sheet over even in the worst of occasions. hers, the fruity, floral fragrance would add a bit of redolence to the other drooling damsels, deeming to approach not knowing he was already taken. it was sort of a domineering gest, something that her nature has been like. many know and many had experienced. though, none of them had entertained her like, mayhem has. even though, he hasn't said a word about her deprived side since last week. either he gave no thought to it or he was just incurious. but to her that was just absurd. he still paid immersion to her presence even if how much loathe his chest bubbled with. his facade was not diminishing.

( here you go babes, did it <3 )