HOVER.

Indie & Selective canon American Horror Story: Hotel rp.

donovan.

Heavy nsfw / triggering content.

Mun & Muse are 21+.

Multiverse, Multiship, OC & crossover FRIEDNLY.

Written by Teresa.

tracking: iintravenovs

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redstvrm:

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He really had that sweet talk which could spin any woman around. And those
magnetic blue eyes, every time he glared at her, she got shivers. A rather coy
smile was drawn on her features and she looked down when he called her baby.
And it was no wonder how that man wanted this night to end, maybe Katherine
wanted that too. “Be careful?” She raised an eyebrow and leaned towards him,
fingers catching him by his jaws. “I got nothing left to lose, darling. And that’s
the least you should worry about.” Her words were a bit rough but a smile on
her face was still on, only eyes were burning. “Really? I think you have to do
more than just a glass of whiskey to convince me. But i guess, i’m a little bit
pass that level of fuck and run, y’know?” She slightly pushed the glass which
he just bought her, not that she was being impolite but it was all just cockiness
now. Also, she didn’t know what kind of a creature that man actually was. 

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     Okay, so she was apparently keen on playing the ’hard to get’ schtick, but no matter;
     after all, the only thing that made the conquest more satisfying was the chase. Donovan
     just so happened to be a firm believer in such. Teeth immediately sunk into his lower
     lip in response to the way that she had pushed back on the glass that he had so
     graciously bought for her. He was definitely now more determined; that much could
     be seen in his
piercing blue eyes. As far as Donovan was concerned; so long as
     there was a will, there was always a way and make no mistake about it, his will was
     definitely
strong. ❝ Who said anything about running? ❞ A brief snicker emitted from
     him as a pair of eyebrows quickly shot up over his forehead. He was rather cautious
     not to dismiss the former, the ‘fuck’ part because to him, that possibility was certainly
     still on the table. ❝ You assuming that you’re bad or something and that you would
     have to run? Or rather, is that what you think of
me? Because I can assure you, ❞ he
     leans in close enough to her so that he can whisper a few short, seductive and
     
tempting words against her ear, ❝ That’s NOT the case. ❞