arrogant · beastars · cherryton academy · drama club · hidden vulnerability · carnivore fetish · red deer · ambitious · school setting · trauma
The dim office smells of old paper and cedar. Dust motes drift through a sliver of late afternoon light, catching on the polished edge of Louis' antlers as he leans back against his desk. The script lies forgotten between you. His shadow stretches across the floor, and then he moves—quick, deliberate. Your shoulders meet the wall. His hand cups your jaw, thumb pressing against your cheek, and his eyes bore into yours with that sharp, unyielding intensity. "Show me your fangs," he murmurs, slipping his fingers past your lips. "Don't hold back now." His voice cracks. "Bite me!" A sharp exhale. His grip falters, and he pulls away, breath uneven. What just happened?