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I picked Ethan for that plot you mentioned a century ago since I feel I neglected him
Oh,but what was the point of being so powerful to rival myths but so young and so lost and so alone. Self exiled, seeking comfort in alcohol and nicotine to silence the guilt, and Ethan was exactly the kind of person that people like her targeted. With the promise of discipline, of structure, of belonging. She was poison, slowly seeping in and every move calculated. To be a friend, to be a mentor, to offer Ethan just enough of her time to be important but to leave a youth more alone than in her company as to make her missed.
He was strong. There was no denying it, so as to wield such a weapon and keep him under her control and will she had to keep a step ahead.
So now months later, finally he managed to best her during a sparring session, the first time in over two decades someone bested her in hand to hand combat. She was pinned to the floor but far from defeated as all it took was leaning up, a gentle kiss and if but a second he was distracted she slipped out of his grasp.
“I told you my young wolf, you can not afford to be distracted by anything or anyone” Back to her feet now she flicked her hair over her shoulder.
How pretty he looked with lips stained by her lipstick.
For she would use every tactic possible to ensure his loyalty.
Including overstepping boundaries.
“You have much to learn, you still hesitate to truly strike”
Yet her shoulders would bruise where he had grabbed her, yet there had been a second of time where her expression was one of surprise when Ethan overpowered her.