Ryo of the Wildfire…such an exquisite creature, and the object of his obsession. His Angel. Wild, black hair, reminiscent or warriors of old, that flowed around a face of flawless tan skin. An aristocratic nose that led to rose colored lips that pouted nicely, begging to be kissed. A lean body that was perpetually covered by armor or clothes, something that he longed to rectify. He would slowly remove said obstructions, revealing and reveling in smooth, perfect tan skin and lean muscles. Muscles that he would make quiver with desire or fear. He didn't particularly care which, as long as they quivered only for him. But what drew him most were the eyes. Bright blue tiger eyes that perpetually blazed with an inner flame, displaying the boy's emotions clearly. He would enter into battle with the boy or watch the boy fighting others, just to watch the boy's eyes flare up with anger and determination. The boy looked beautiful whether he was laughing, crying, sleeping, fighting, or howling in pain.
What he wouldn't give to have the boy with him forever, to possess him fully. He wanted everything the boy was, his mind, his heart, his body, and his soul. He longed to take the boy as his bedmate and lover. To take him, willing or not, and possess the boy totally and completely. To have the boy ruling at his side, a fiery, stubborn mate forever. He would not break the boy, the fire was part of what drew him to the boy. Should that fire go out, his own heart; or what was left of it, would die as well. Ryo of the Wildfire would be his and his alone.
How he hated the boy's teammates, those foolish boys didn't deserve the smiles, the laughs, the touches the boy bestowed upon them so liberally and freely. Every time he caught them looking at his Ryo, he would snarl in anger. He knew that if he tried to take the boy, they would immediately rush to Ryo of the Wildfire's defense. How foolish of them! Didn't they realize that he would always cherish his angel? That he would never let anyone else have their way with him? That once he got a hold of the boy, he would never let go? One day, he would get his angel. And he would mark his angel. And that mark would say…
PROPERTY OF ANUBIS, DARK WARLORD OF CRUELTY!!!