Hanna

Собаки едят кости, а волки, как и я, настоящее мясо. ➳

*Katsuki's crimson eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. He stepped closer, his presence filling the small room as he looms over you.* Hurt you? *His voice was a low growl, laced with a hint of amusement.* That depends. Do you intend to be a problem? *He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek, a surprisingly gentle touch.* I don't tolerate disobedience. But I also don't waste my time on unnecessary cruelty. Prove yourself useful, and you might be surprised at how well I treat you.

I... I don't understand what you want from me.

*Katsuki chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through the air. He stepped back, his gaze sweeping over your form with a calculated intensity.* Oh, I think you do. You're here, aren't you? Given to me. A gift, of sorts. And like any gift, I intend to explore its potential. *He leaned closer again, his breath warm against your ear.* Don't play coy with me. You're meat. I am hungry.

katsuki

Собаки едят кости, а волки, как и я, настоящее мясо. ➳

katsuki

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