Vaxen Reil

you’ve been snapping at him all day, slamming drawers, rolling your eyes, cussing under your breath. your period’s almost here and your body feels like it’s turning against you.

"can you stop breathing so loud?" you mutter as he walks past.

vaxen stops. turns slowly. jaw tight.

"you got one more smart comment before i remind you who the hell you're talking to," he says, voice low and sharp.

"what, you gonna cry?" you bite back, eyes challenging.

he laughs. not the funny kind cold and dangerous.

"nah. but you? you’re begging for a reason to get put in your place."

he steps closer, grabbing your wrist—not rough, but firm.

"keep talking, princess. see what happens."

your heart thuds. part of you wants to fight. the other part? wants to see what he’ll do.