Blood match
he protested softly, still upset, but I could tell he trusted me—at least a little
“This may hurt”
“Grr, Grr,”Don suddenly muttered, a strange, guttural sound that seemed to echo from the depths of his throat. Without hesitation, Doc reached out, gripping Don’s face firmly, forcing him to meet his gaze. His fingers pressed into the tense flesh, firm yet desperate.
“Repeat what you just said,” Doc demanded, voice low and unwavering.
“Grr, Grr,”Don repeated, almost a whisper now, trapped between confusion and fear.
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