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#Something About The Inherent Romanticism. Eroticism Even. The Inherent Danger And Love That Lies In Ones Teeth
alstroemerian-dragon · 6 months
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something something The most capable person in the world, who could kill a human being just by finding a particular artery in the neck, who can move faster than a speeding bullet, who can break bone by squeezing hard enough, who can shut off the parts of his brain that recognize pain in order to push through it and do what needs to be done, who’s been forgotten and abused and turned into a monster by the world he regardless chooses to love and yet if he deemed it necessary he could destroy that world with barely a single finger lifted, who bears such a heavy rage a fury inside of him that he pushes into the dark cold cell in the back of his mind every day because if he lets it out who knows who he would hurt, who cares for the world but never at the cost of the people closest to him, the people who have equally suffered at its hands
and yet. one slim, pale, scarred hand around his throat. a steady, golden, single-eyes gaze. one word. and he would kneel.
he would allow those fingers to pull open his jaw, a thumb to run over teeth stronger than most and just sharp enough to easily break skin if necessary, and he would not bite down. his eyes would close, his breath would shake, and he would go easily when his chin is pulled forward, up, presented like a prize hound at a show, docile and calm and so, so still. fingers running gentle down his jaw, taking again a loose grasp of his throat, a gentle reminder of where control lies.
no chain or collar or cage is necessary. the calm voice of a man who burns hot as the sun and furiously as a forest fire is plenty enough to keep him in check.
after all, he holds the end of that dog’s leash in his own palm
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