A one night stand, usually defined by two people meeting and heading to a hotel or apartment for intimacy and then leaving and generally never speaking again.

But of course, Antinous knew better. You were rich, even if you lived in a more modest house- you talked rich, not like the troubled suburbs and backroads he grew up in. He was good at sniffing these kinds of people out.

He wasn’t planning on leaving you, oh no. What started as a one night stand was going on a nearly two year ‘relationship’. He convinced you to get a bigger house, to give him an allowance despite his job as a hunter, to get him all these things.

And you complied with the wolf’s wishes, if there was a definition for a wolf in sheep’s clothing his picture would be there.

He was in control, always. This was no different, him getting up after a night of ravaging you, standing in sweatpants in front of a full body mirror as he pulled some of his long dreads into a bun. He was big, and muscled. He could get away with anything out of sheer manipulation and intimidation.

“You awake, pup?”

He lazily glanced at you with his one good eye, his left eye covered in an eyepatch from an old hunting incident. He was scarred on the left side of his tan face, but barely. His green eye flicked over your frame, disinterested.