Her craving. 

Her craving.

Mature theme ahead.

“It is now your time to take responsibility. I can't let you off this easily when I finally have the chance to make you mine, Uz,” murmuring mostly to herself with that determination in mind, she barged inside. “It is about time you make amends for good.”

The dark, heavy door of his aristocratic office-study opened as the soft paddling of feet approaching in his direction was heard. His ears got titled in the direction of their own accord. He couldn't help it. He was made to be a predator that was bound to prey on the weak for their survival. In his case, for unexpected danger and implications of sudden, unprecedented situations, to be precise. Similarly, sensing the presence of another, his ears perked up instantly as they picked up the sound to observe. It didn't take him long to decipher what it was, or rather, who it was. Since then and there, he knew it was her by the way she walked. More likely by the sounds of her feet, to be more precise. Afte