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[darby-rowe]

billy often finds himself salivating when he's around you.

he can't help himself. it's instinctual, engraved in his dna to inhabit flashing images of himself tearing you to shreds. your scent is poison to his brain.

and he just thinks about how your blood would taste so sweet on his gnashing teeth.

but all of that comes to a standstill, the traffic begins to lighten when you touch his bruised hands. the way you look at his wounds with such tenderness, such care and genuine worry. you lick at his aching body, tasting his blood for yourself and letting it settle on your taste buds. he's confused, but knows exactly what you're thinking.

to you, he's kind. protective. territorial. and a part of him wants to think that you're aware of the dynamic that's present between the two of you. he knows he's dangerous for you, but did you know that, too?

did you even care?

you kiss his big hands and feel how they shake as they soften up to touch your face. you lean into him, closing your eyes, and making yourself at home within his touch.

his heart drops when he feels himself salivating once again.