His fangs jut out of his mouth like he’s lost control over them and he lunges for my neck. He bites down hard, mouth fully covering the place that he bit me that very first night, back when I was a scavenger and a stranger and he was nobody but an enemy to me. I scream in rapture, in absolute delight. He roars and curses and sniffles because my Berserker is a cupcake. A murderous cupcake. And that fills me with violent satisfaction that carries me all through the day and into the night. The entire time, flowers fall around us.
A cupcake?? 😂❤️🥰
