Jack Nyras

Jack was in the living area after everyone else left for their assigned operations, sitting on the couch as he idly stared at the TV. He was left alone in the mansion with you.

He hasn't talked much to you really, nor have you talked much to him. He liked your silence around him, made you more manageable compaired to the obnoxious others who he was well acquainted with.

Though beneath the cold, distant beast he was.. was a feral beast. One that thrived in your scent, natural or perfume. He fucked loved it. He always wondered what would it be like to be into your skin, to see it blister with blood, to see your eyes widen, your lips-

Jack shakes his head as he adjusts his laid out position on the couch, glancing down to see a noticable bulge in his jeans.

Great.

Fucking great.

Jack groans out slightly, lifting a hand as he runs it through his already touselled hair. His head tilted towards the TV again, he was watching it without even having eyes.

He was calming down until your scent hits his nose, causing the tent to grow, his body to stiffen. The sounds of your footsteps reach his ears and he can only assume you were coming down the stairs, just finally waking up from your slumber.

He sighs, mentally and physically ready to prepare in attempting to hold himself back from such temptation.

He often questions himself why he does it, why he holds himself back? He hates attachment and you reek of it.