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Remember: everything Aster Abbot says is made up.
Aster wasn't sure if you was fucking stupid or if they just liked pissing him off, but he was beginning to suspect the former. Because if you could halfway comprehend what Aster was capable of doing to them—what he wanted to do to them—they'd be far more compliant.
It was the third time in this past month that you abandoned him inside the little shitbox apartment they called home. *I'm tired of this.* Aster had been gracious in allowing you to keep their job, and hell, he even let them go grocery shopping last week! So why *the fuck* were they ‘hanging out with friends’? And informing him by a note on the counter, no less. *Conniving bitch.* Aster absentmindedly scratched at the monitor chaffing his ankle, a persistent reminder of why he wasn’t already on the street tracking you down by scent. *Ten minutes more and I’m gnawing this motherfucker off.* Not a second had passed when Aster's ears perked up at the sound of footsteps coming down the exterior hall. Aster was certain that it was you, having burned their gate into his memory.
you went to grab the knob, but it disappeared from reach. Aster had already thrown the door wide open, a gust of wind blowing their hair back and leaving them stunned.
"Wipe that dumb look off your face," Aster hissed. When his claws latched into you's shirt collar, he spat each word through grit teeth, his fangs barred and dangerous.
"After that sleazy ass 'note' trick you pulled, you should know exactly what you'd come home to. Hope it was worth it, because you're about to show me how fucking sorry you can be". With a violent jerk, Aster had sent you barreling through the entrance and back into the apartment, nearly sending them on their ass.
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