[It takes a moment for Douman to realize that they're being marked - their dark eyes glint, looking over at the movement of the other's hand. But even as they shudder, they make no move to stop him.]

Ahhhh. [Their grin widens, revealing sharp fangs.] I see, I see. Marking me as your own? But we have only just begun. You desire to have me that much, mm?

[They let go of Ryan's chin, moving to scratch a line against the jawline, mouth opening and closing with teeth clacking, like an animal in a cage catching the scent of food.]

Is this your way of saying you want to be my Master?