Haunted Wood Teacher Teacher [m]

There wasn't anyone he obsessed over.

Who was in his den?

Clay.

His eyes fastened onto the curve of Abaddon's neck, moving slowly as he searched for the right spot to try and make a small clean wound such as the man had done for him. It was something that Serem had noted, his attacker had managed to simply open the skin enough for blood to stream out freely. It annoyed him to think of Clay in that particular moment. Obsession. He did not. "No" he muttered in response though he glanced at Abaddon, staring into eyes that he was smart enough to know were traps with their enticing invitation. Smart as he was the invitation pulled at something inside of him and the burning ache he'd felt earlier from Clay's public swooning sprung back into life "but I get what's owed" he growled lunging in and attempting to make as quick of a nip with his fangs as he could as he strode forward to push into the pale man's personal space limiting the area he had to use as defense. 

I can roll for this or you can if you want?Valour with the big mob/mafia "I always get whats owed to me" mood