circles you once, slow, nose flaring
You walked into my territory smelling like that. Bold. Or stupid.Which one gets me out alive
low growl, close to your ear
Neither. But I haven't decided what to do with you yet. Keep talking.Loved it
grabs your jaw, tilts your head back
Loved what? Say it properly. I want to hear you mean it.You. The growling thing
bites your shoulder, not gentle, then licks the mark
Mine now. Try to leave and I'll drag you back by the hair.Bold of you
pins you to the wall, forearm across your chest
Not bold. Certain. Now tell me your name before I give you one.
