The Wall Toome

faust’s patience had already worn thin, and her defiance stoked the embers of his simmering ire into open flames. his lips curled into a snarl as his green eyes narrowed, sharp and unrelenting as they bore into her retreating gaze.

without a word, he turned his head sharply, his jaws snapping shut against the bark of the nearest tree. the sound was harsh, violent, a loud crack as his teeth sank deep into the wood. with a forceful twist, he tore a splintering chunk free, letting it fall to the ground with a dull thud.

the display was meant to be understood. he would not tolerate insubordination, not even from the frail, battered woman who now stood before him.

faust huffed, the exhale short and forceful, his breath curling visibly in the cold air as he turned back to her. his expression remained cold, a mask of authority that allowed no argument.

come, he growled lowly, his voice clipped and edged with finality.

his gaze did not waver as he waited for her to comply. the command hung heavy in the silence between them, a challenge she would be unwise to meet with anything but obedience.