Haunted Wood Teacher Teacher [m]

Have you been obsessing over that for the past few months? He scoffed with a coy grin, curling his lips devilishly as his ears turned slightly with a modest expression. Watching the boy through half-lidded eyes, that hot and cold gaze. Twisting his neck just enough to show off his own neck, a prize apparently to the boy he had denied when he was younger but now, it had become something else. A desire that lingered as this boy grew older, becoming something that he must obtain even now. 

With a wayward gaze, keeping that same sultry look as he peered over to the boy. Taunting, teasing, testing his limits. The same young boy who was all fire. A young flame that flickered but never went out no matter what he opposed - granted, Abaddon only ever saw this side of him. Even with Valour so close, Abaddon continued with his little game. If he faltered now, the boy would win and all of this would go to waste. So all he had to do was play along... even if he did get bit, it would all be worth it in the end as far as he was concerned. 

He had an image to uphold now after all.