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She regards him cooly, a scathing glare that would burn if it could have. He lets out a harsh chuckle, near sneering as his tongue ripples across his teeth. “Did you miss me?” Vaati taunts, moving a step closer. A sizable part of him yearned to slaughter her where she stood, though biologically, she attracted him in a wholly different way which tantalized him into a vexing predicament. Whether or not she would let him near her in the way he wished was yet another issue, even if instinct chanted to simply take her anyways. If not he, another male would and that was something he would not allow -- she is his. She forever would be.