Sunset Valley Pǎnakär

his breath came harshly, nostrils flaring as he struggled against the heat rising in his chest. his jaw tightened, the muscles twitching as he forced himself not to erupt.
you're so dire to play victim, he started, voice low, coiled, and dangerously measured. i hunted for you, made sure you were safe— his words faltered, the sharp edge of his temper biting down before it could spiral.
pindent]when her next words struck, he snapped his head toward her, the motion sharp enough to cut the air. she let that... disgusting man touch her. the thought churned in his stomach, twisting it into knots of rage and something darker, something he refused to name.
his silence was suffocating, the weight of it pressing down like an iron shroud. and then, like a crack in the ice, he laughed. it wasn’t warm or mirthful, but cold and jagged, a sound that echoed like a phantom in the emptiness between them.
i hope you enjoyed him. he said simply, the words dripping with something venomous and bitter, his laughter fading into a sharp, tense stillness. as i suppose he did. all wide fang's do.
a beat. he didn't know the weight of what a wide fang was. but that was him— petty— though he reeled himself in.
but i would've done it again. solemn. i am sorry that i was not enough to help.