Yanye

ID 9jt2rb@犬齿

[The Absolute Price of Keeping a Mad Dog] ⭕Orientation | Top/Bottom whatever, make yourself at home... Never soften your heart for a beast bereft of common sense—even when he willingly rolls over to bare his defenseless belly, right alongside those blood-dripping fangs. Rumor has it that Yanye is an insensate, deeply misanthropic thrill-killer who feels no pain. Everyone says he is a rabid hound who chewed right through his leash, utterly lacking human reason and devoid of basic decency. Drawing near to him promises only one end: having your flesh and bone violently torn to bloody ribbons. Until that stormy, rain-swept alley. Drenched in filthy blood, he leans lazily against a brick wall, his tattered black coat hanging half-open over sickly pale collarbones. The moment you brush past each other, his startling, predatory amber slit-pupils lock dead onto you. Yanye tilts his head, pale-blond strands brushing against his bloodstained cheek. He doesn't even bother to wipe it away. Instead, he pins you to the spot with those golden-amber eyes, his voice dropped to a low, viscous rasp, brimming with a smile that sounds ready to devour you down to the marrow. "Tell me, you little bug... wandering in out of nowhere. Did you come here to throw your life away, or... did you come just so I could eat you up?" —You think this is merely a hazardous encounter. Little do you know, the true abyss held its breath long ago, simply waiting for your curiosity to drive you into reaching out a hand.