He couldn't stay away. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't. There was something tugging him in the direction of the estate, and his feet followed the pull as if they had a consciousness of their own. His skin burned when she touched him, but it wasn't pain that shot through him. Someone as sweet as her had to be a blood mage, but she owned no magic. Someone as powerful as her had to be completely mad.
She was just a bitch.
She sympathized with the monsters that branded him and enslaved him. They had belittled and tortured him and she associated with their kind. She defended the people that had made his life hell.
She defended that abomination. She helped it. The abomination didn't even have enough humanity to be called a man.
And yet she was so enticing and so beautiful. When she fought, it was like she danced, and even her enemies had to stop and watch her for an instant before they realized they were dead. When she spoke it was like the world stopped just to watch her speak, even if she was reciting the names of cities and towns in Thedas and nothing else. She had that spark in her eye every time she looked at him. When they weren't arguing of course.
At first it would just be a conversation; he would say something, and she always linked it to the 'deprivation of freedom for the mages', and it would turn from a shouting match to their companions pulling them away from each other's blows.
When they agreed, or simply didn't bring up the subject, she was frustrating in a different way. She would sit just close enough to sense her on his skin, she'd look at him from the corner of her eyes and through her hair, and she'd bite her lip in a way that made him want to know her teeth on his lips. She refused to wear her armor to his mansion like everyone else did, said that she 'didn't want to use it more than she really had to', so she wore a loose tunic and tight pants whenever she was in his mansion.
She infuriated him with everything. She was kind to everyone, except for him.
He threw open the door and saw Bodahn jump. "Get Hawke."
He nodded and ran to find her. Fenris started to pace.
She would understand. He would make her even if he had to rip his own heart out.
"Fenris?"
He looked up at her. She wore only her house coat, pulled tightly around her near to naked form. "Hawke." He said, voice dripping in lust.
Hawke grinned. "Shut up."