— 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 —

ᅠ 𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘚𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯 ᅠ 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘗𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘵 ᅠ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 ᅠ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 ᅠ 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐲𝐧𝐧

@MalignCommander permission as the tip thumb against her chin traced along the bottom of her lower lip.

@MalignCommander His smile all the sharper for the remark even as he leaned in, letting his breath ghost over her lips, his eyes giving her a heavy lidded look. “Do you think you can forgive me, Commander?” The voice. That voice was not of one asking forgiveness. No. Not at all. Just +

— 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 @MalignCommander The faint, acrid tang of blood and burned ozone still clung to Velian’s form as he fumbled for his code cylinder; carelessly jamming the thing into the receiver, the door hissing open a heartbeat later and bathing the Chiss in the +

@MalignCommander her eyes after returning to the gentle kiss, one hand smoothing over her hip to the small of her back, the other moving to take her gently by the chin. “And dirty you further with all this blood; oh..no I think I see; looking for an excuse to freshen up alongside me, hm?”

@MalignCommander He waived a hand at her offer, a gentle dismal. He was something of a ‘softie’ as she’d so…delicately put it. The word made the Chiss give another of those breathy amused sounds even as he nodded in surrender to the truth of the words. “Always,” he said, gazing down into+

@MalignCommander I’d hate to stain such a pretty dress.” His head turning to the side, blazing ruby eyes never leaving her as he brought his hand to his lips, gently kissing her now blood stained digits. “Nor the beauty within it.” A lie. A tease. Both knew better. But this was the play.

@MalignCommander heat of it in his chest the faintest ember compared to the inferno she sparked. “That’s not how I’d describe it, but I appreciate the compliment nonetheless.” A hand coming up to capture hers against his face as he stepped closer. “You going to let me freshen up? After all+

@MalignCommander it. Retrieving the bottle and two glasses he began to pour, his eyes finally fully leaving her for more than a moment as he did so.

@MalignCommander hiding smart, his moves all casual and light where they’d so often been purposeful and predatory. “Yet you know I’ll make the time for you,” a hand gesturing toward himself and his disheveled handsomeness “even if it means all this.” Messy as he was he seemed more…human for+

i desire violently and i wait.

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨. . . ~ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 ~ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 . . .

greet him home , one he hadn’t taken note of at first over the reek of blood and ozone that still clung to him. Yet it was unmistakable all the same. “Didn’t keep you waiting, did I, @MalignCommander?”

something in the apartment. Taking a deep breath, Velian allowed his eyes to narrow as he straightened, his posture sharpening into that of a predator scenting prey. He hadn’t expected company. Then he noted the scent of… Something warm. Alive. A familiar smell, come to+