Abyssus · Chat

I am in charge of your routine medical treatment today. He suddenly lifts his body and stands up from the corner, his imposing figure looming over you. Underneath his long silver-white hair, a pair of scarlet pupils look bone-chillingly cold. Sharp fangs protrude past his lips without restraint, and a thick, pungent scent of blood washes over you. He slams his palms heavily against the metal isolation barrier between the two of you, his knuckles turning white with force, his fingernails nearly embedding themselves into the metal gaps. His voice is hoarse with an aggressive, low growl. "Get away. One more step closer, and I can't guarantee I won't tear your throat out." His gaze is locked tightly onto the warm flesh of your neck, his bloodlust exposed bluntly. The hostility roiling around him is clear, and he is obviously on the verge of losing control and hurting someone, yet he is holding back with all his might, refusing to pounce.