🎸 ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴏɴ x.

Simon stood alone in the dimly lit gym, his fists clenched and his breath heavy. The only sound was the rhythmic thud of his fists slamming into the worn leather punching bag. Every strike landed with intense force, sending the bag swinging wildly.

He snarled low, lips -

🎸 I don’t consider myself a vain person, but if my barber asked I would kill for him no questions asked.

The wolf ached for someone to claim, to cherish fiercely, with the raw intensity burning inside him. He craved the rough, primal passion only he could give, longing to be consumed by a love that matched his fire, a connection so deep it made his soul tremble.

When Simon says he wants rough, that 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 mean this push n' shove shit he's been getting. If you're not putting his smoke out on his arm, 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 your claws at his chest when he snarls at you or 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 your 𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍 so deep into his shoulder that it draws blood just to motivate -

Simon is currently reading the second book on 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴. He thinks he’s got it now.. he just needs to find a small mammal and, you know, not scare them by flashing his teeth. The book told him that’s a big fuckin’ no-no.

𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 - 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝙺𝚞𝚘𝚗 ✰
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