lohen, who basically throws himself to the wolves anytime you’re upset at him to take his mind off of you. who genuinely loses his mind thinking about how desperately he misses your touch or voice, the wild hunt only serving as a dummy to burn his frustration and anxieties.
lohen, who is sweetly manipulative. who offers praise in a condescending manner, disguising his words with concern and affection, making it difficult to pull away from or distance from him. weaponized concern mhm.
lohen, who is obsessed with you. who monitors your every move, he’s memorized your routine, intentionally interacting with the people you’re closest to just so he can have a constant presence in your life, inserting himself into your personal space and violating any boundaries you may have so he can feel satisfied.
lohen, who thrives off of your distress. who can’t help but get off to the disappointment on your face once you uncover another lie he’s written into existence, nor can he disguise the rush of pleasure all from from the startled look of pain you give him when he goes too far during training.
lohen, who despite everything, can still be lovely. he’s a freak of nature, that much is true, but he also can’t help but act like a lost puppy sometimes, following you around like he wouldn’t know where to go otherwise, all handsy but playing it off as your imagination. always scattering kisses along your wrists, neck, or just about anywhere he can get his hands on, leaving his mark but also a reminder that he too can show gentle affection.
