Fine, he can hunt her. She better be good at hiding.

He’ll sniff her out regardless. Yet he’s on his way.

Should he not be? Though he knows he can find her.

He can smell her. Hopefully she’s thought that far ahead.

No—? He can’t pin it, but she doesn’t smell like anyone else he’s smelled before.

Yeah, she really should’ve read the fine print.

If she’s upset with that, wait till she sees his fangs and claws.

That’s good at least. Though she may want to run, he’s quite literally above her.

He’s pouncing—, moving to tackle the woman.

“You know—, I feel like there’s a joke hidden here somewhere.” And up she goes; being scooped up effortlessly, though he doesn’t mind.

“And I thought I was the bitter one.” So serious—, she reminds him of well a different him. “Lighten up, you aren’t in trouble.”

A sharp inhale is taken; though the male can only glare down to the woman in his arms, yet he frowns. “Is that a dare, Alexis—?”

“Shockin’ hell. . .” He hates that. He can’t explain why he finds her adorable even with the make up on, yet he’ll shift her weight into one arm before hoisting his mask up to his nose. “I’ll bite—. I swear.”

That little kiss earns a grin. Yet with that remark, the spider slips past her lips just to sink his teeth into her neck. Not hard enough to draw blood. Just hard enough to prove he wasn’t lying.

Jaws clench, just to sharpen the sensation before he unlatches and pulls his head back. “I think you’re underestimating me, because I don’t intend on just stopping now.”

Eyes squint—. Then he lurches back into the crook of her neck; fangs bare and sink into the soft flesh of her neck, this time? It’ll break the skin. Seems like he will follow through.

Finally; he parts from the soft, damaged flesh before a hand wipes at his lips. Wiping away the crimson trickle that had tainted his features. “. . . Never doubt me again.”

“. . . Damn, i should’ve figured you wanted that.” A low groan escapes; eyes rolling as he moves to pull his mask down, a small scowl forming.

He allows his mask to rise back to his nose; though a hand gently moves to squeeze her, the slightest bit of protest she’ll receive.

He’ll wear the black stain with pride. Though, a small smirk spreads across his features before he twists his head to lick lips with hers.