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Drake Argent-Hale "They're all gone. Every last one of them." Late 20s ✓ Werewolf ✓ Ex-alpha/Omega ✓ Son of Kate & Derek ✓ Straight, Virile, Multi-ship ✓ Teen Wolf, OC ✓ [Crossovers Welcome, NSFW, MC 21+] ✓ Penned by #maeve Backstory x imperialmessiah.carrd.co

missionary so we can keep kissing

|| Won't be on tonight as I'm exhausted. We lost a family dog and it's kind of devastating 😭

@DcintyFlower "Why were you screaming before?"

@ImperialMessiah “Oh! Hello!”

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@PurePhilocalist -- "Something of mine was destroyed," he said, vaguely. "And you're going to help me get it back."

@PurePhilocalist "Oh, I like when you call me 'Bold'." Drake grabbed a change of clothing and got dressed, leaving nothing to the imagination as he dropped his towel. He didn't even bother to check where her gaze was. They were going to be here for a while. May as well get comfortable. --

Someone called me a brunette Merida from Brave 🤣

|| y'know a SL is good when you stay up til 3am 😂

@PurePhilocalist --in mind. Normalcy and to protect those within. Drake stood in the door frame, towel wrapped around his waist. "It wouldn't be a good safe house if the locks were easy to pick, would it?"

@ImperialMessiah She rolled her eyes, even though he couldn't see her. Standing up, she looked around for anything that could be used to pick a lock. "Oh yeah, I've been kidnapped hundreds of times. Guess where all of those psychos are now?"

@PurePhilocalist Her voice was drowned out by the water streaming down his body. It was hot, on the verge of boiling but as soon as his skin burned, it healed. Whilst not every utensil was available, it /was/ naive of her to think he was underprepared. This room was designed with two things--

"Where's Annabelle?"

@PurePhilocalist A chuckle came from the bathroom, the shower water now running. "Oh, so you've got past experience in this, then?" He called out.

@ImperialMessiah – stock the place before choosing your first victim. What an amateur."

|| probs a good thing that he forgot the cutlery set 🔪🔪🔪

|| he's a psycho but like.. still cares???

@PurePhilocalist --you'll still have a go." His voice tapered off as he entered the bathroom. "Oh, and there's no knives in the drawers. That one isn't on purpose. I just haven't gotten around to Home Goods yet," he informed her, sticking his head out of the door.

@PurePhilocalist His belt hung loose as he stood over her, narrowing his eyes. For a moment, it looked as if she was getting to him too. He gathered himself, shifting his demeanor once again. "I'm having a shower. Feel free to try and escape. All doors and windows are locked but I figure--

@PurePhilocalist --your body until it's /time/?" Drake put the book down and stood up, undoing the belt of his pants.

@PurePhilocalist He knew he was getting to her and he loved it. "You've got all the comebacks, don't you?" He teased as he folded the corner of a page in his book and turned to the next. "Would you rather I be straight forward? Tell you exactly why you're here? Take you every night or spare-

@PurePhilocalist --worth waiting until he knew more, or whether now was just as effective. "How's your mood? Your skin? Your stomach? Any bloating?"

@PurePhilocalist Drake nodded, seemingly accepting his part in all of this. He reached across and grabbed a book from the small wall mounted shelf. "Okay," was all he said. With the book open and his eyes scanning the words, he kept his peripheral senses on Liliana. He wondered if it was--

@PurePhilocalist --brought you here because you're being eaten alive out there. And that's a waste." Drake couldn't bear to watch a perfect woman dissolve in her own self disdain.

@PurePhilocalist "That's not what I meant," he spoke softly. "I'm not going to 'get it over and done with'. I have more respect for you than that. And myself, to be honest." He sat opposite her in an armchair, body language relaxed and open. He rested the side of his foot on his knee. "I--