We’re at arm's length, but even from this distance, I can smell the vanilla in his cologne. It muddles my head with desire and I swallow hard. I twist my wrist, my eyes glued to his as the blade softly pierces the skin. Wolfgang hisses, revealing his gold canine and incisor, but his grimace slowly turns into a leering grin as he keeps still, his blue-gray eyes swirling with unspoken threats.
