[ There's a change in posture, black eyes staring at Theo like this is an entirely different conversation in which Dom's boyfriend is breaking his heart, piece by piece, word by word. After that moment of sincerity, unhinged vulnerability that would garner no sane person's sympathy, Dom's fallen expression twists, ugly and wounded — then entitled. The monster is crawling out of him through his teeth, eyes, hands; it's speaking and Dom is finally listening, so Theo has too as well.
Dom pushes himself off the wall, lunges at Theo to knock him on his back. Hanging on top of him, breathing hard, he presses his hand on his chest. Again: ]
Fight me.
[ So I'll win, so I'll claim you, so you'll bleed because my teeth love you so much. ]
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Dom pushes himself off the wall, lunges at Theo to knock him on his back. Hanging on top of him, breathing hard, he presses his hand on his chest. Again: ]
Fight me.
[ So I'll win, so I'll claim you, so you'll bleed because my teeth love you so much. ]