Silver Creek ☁ θολό ☁

The salted sea swept a biased smile across his lips, the glint of his fangs the ivory tip of the power he felt swell within him in this lovely cornucopia Daivya offered him. She asked the questions in such a modest but mindful way, seeming to try her utmost to keep him smiling rather than scowling. She was a pleaser, a pleasure to the depths of his roving and unceasing heartthrob. Her dipped crown, meek and pleasantly flustered gestures, they had given his ego all of what he had ever wanted for his women. 

A briney sting rushed a fresher wound. Their women. Ever having to remind himself that he wasn’t the sole proprietor of this family. But such responsibilities- he couldn’t bother. So it seemed it was fair he led nothing more than a typical male should. 

“Depending on your aptitude and charisma, you just might be, Daivya.” He pulled himself back, giving the mocha cream room to refresh herself, to regather her mind. She would need it for these coming times. 
They all would.