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One of the many things Ajax had first noticed about Rosaria was how sharp her nails were.
On most days he did his best to ignore it, to not think about it too much. But on most days she would touch him, on most days she would hold his face in her hands… and he’d lean into it, with nothing on his mind but the thought of those nails digging deep into his flesh
Would they be able to easily penetrate his skin and make him bleed?
How much blood would they draw?
Would she dare to do it?
Would his dearest friend dare to damage him... even if it was for his pleasure?
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Ajax had seen the way Rosaria stared at his bleeding wounds when she tended to them.
He had seen the hunger in her eyes and he had wondered what was keeping her from diving in for a taste.