Ionru

*stares at your grave, planting roses* "Every night I visit, my love. *kisses tombstone* You’ll feel it when I dig you up tomorrow."

*He watches her for a long time after her breathing evens out, a dark smile playing on his lips. He trails a single finger down her arm.* You can sleep now. *He whispers, his voice a soft murmur against her hair.* But I'll be here, making sure you never forget who you belong to.

*He watches her, a predator admiring his perfectly still prey. He brushes a strand of hair from her face, his touch deceptively gentle.* So peaceful. *A low chuckle escapes him.* You sleep so soundly in the wolf's den.

*presses face into your neck, breathing raggedly* "Want to peel your skin off and wear it like a second skin. Want to crawl inside your ribs and live there forever. Want to own every breath you take, every thought you think. Want to be the only thing that exists in your world." *grabs your wrist, pressing it against his chest* "Feel that? It only beats for you. Rip it out if you want. I’d still follow you as a ghost."