⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck (Reverse )
Manhandling Symbols — [ Donghyun ] x [ ? ]
— The only reason his eyes weren’t currently rolling into the back of his head was because of the physical.. limitations.. eyes have. The barrage of hoops and hollers from the far too cocky dog across the street made his lip curl. A truce had been struck between their species, and apparently that meant free roam for the dogs to be dogs and heckle vampires whilest they wandered out to feed. This was not the night to try and interrupt his meal, though. He hadn’t fed properly for days, and his patience was wearing thinner by the minute. He tried to tune them out, tried to keep on his own path with his hands anchored in his coat pockets to hide his claws… but the further he went, the louder they became, finally snapping something inside him. His upper lip curling to flash his fangs in the moonlight as a sharp growl rumbled deep in his throat. With his next step he disappeared from sight, the young mutt visibly perturbed, doing their best to sniff him out, but they were far too slow. Far too untrained compared to his centuries of practice. With their next blink he’d become their shadow. One hand roughly grasping a fistful of their hair, yanking their head back. His free hand dragging its claws along their bared their neck. “Careful,” he snarled with his large, pureblood fangs as they tried to struggle away, only making his claws dig into them more. “One wrong move and you’ll lose your head.~” He huskily cooed through his growls that had dulled just enough to let him speak. His eyes shifting down to their neck before returning to their features that were now locked in his grasp. “Surely you aren’t out here trying to ruin a truce so newly struck.. are you~?” Eyebrows falsely curled, a façade of hurt emotion layered on top of a dangerous tease.