napoleongonewrong:

“It’s so easy to underestimate a man like Sebastian when he wants you to. When he’s playing at being just an ordinary man, instead of being something that trained and lives to kill.

“He’s pretty, from his lips to the very contours of his face, the way his eyes knit together when he’s thinking. The way his nostrils flare and twitch when he’s thinking something he doesn’t want you to know.

“The lines of his face are weathered, like an old, but valuable canvas; his jaw, hardened by various unpleasantries in the course of his life; his lips, a practiced form of art.

“Perhaps he speaks with a silver tongue, weaving together words to make you forget, fall into his snare, thinking that he’s the other side of more than just a man. Fall into his honeyed trap where he takes you apart with his teeth, flaying your skins open as he devours you like the tiger he is at heart.

“Or it’s the way his body moves that draws you in, the careful, graceful way in which he walks, more than prowling. More than just a predator, but the worst kind, the kind that hides and walks among the prey until they think he’s one of them.

“Sebastian moves like a sheep, hunts like a wolf, and smiles like a shark. 

“He can make you want something you’d never even imagined just by drawing you into his gaze, letting you fall into the spell that his irises throw over you as they contract, as his eyes sparkle, as the lines around them shift around in a mocking show of beauty. 

“His eyes, heavily lidded, make you think that he wants you, fill you with the impression of lust, that he’s offering you something of which you might never have thought yourself worthy.

“He weaves your thought into whatever he wants, letting you think you may capture him, tame him, keep him as your pet.

“But he’ll never be yours.

“No matter how you train him, how you hold him in, how you chain him to you.

“The tiger inside his soul with always be waiting, just below the surface, waiting to rise and strike out against you, taking back everything you might have attempted to steal from him.

“Sebastian cannot be owned anymore than one might own a whisper in the wind.

“He can be stolen, kept, borrowed, but in the end… in the end, you’ll find that you below to him just as much — if not more — than he ever belonged to you.”