+foreveryoursmax
"Why do you ask?" He said, tilting his head to the side slightly. "I could as the same of you, Max,” Daken murmured, stepping a little closer. He wondered what the other man would do if he discovered what Daken could do, what his reaction would be to his mutation. Whether he could use that to his own advantage.
Max narrowed his eyes as the stranger moved closer, but he did not move. Max was more curious than afraid, which may be dangerous, considering that he knows almost nothing of the Downworld than what he was told by the wolf who Turned him. “That’s not fair,” he frowned a little. “You know my name, but I don’t know yours. You have me at an unfair advantage.”
He pushed out more pheromones, humming softly. "Daken. My name's Daken. Please do try to remember it," Daken said with a soft smile, non-threatening and sweet. He inched closer. "What are you doing here?"










