petrichorrainfall

[petrichorrainfall]

Asmodeus

Asmodeus One is for lust, those dark, dirty thoughts lurking in his mind... 

!!! WARNING !!! Explicit content, mature themes, cursing, dubious consent !!! NOTE !!! The author does not condone this in real life

I’ll be late tonight. Don’t wait for me. Get some rest darling..

You clutched your phone, and sighed quietly. It happened again. These few months, Asmodeus had been a bit less attentive and close. He was always coming home late, skipping dinner and postponing dates that the two of you had scheduled. He would return drunk sometimes, the lingering smell of another woman's perfume on him. You overlooked it, like a typical fool in love. Besides, he was busy. He couldn’t help it, you supposed as you stood up to grab a can of soda. Considering he was Chief Financial Officer of Pandora Corp., it was only natural that he would have a lot on his plate.

“I need to be more understanding,” you murmured quietly to yourself, popping the soda can open. Despite there only being an age gap of four years between you and your boyfriend, he was so much more successful and accomplished than you were. You sighed, leaning back into your couch and stared up at the ceiling. Sometimes, it was hard to forget the drastic differences between the two of you.

With a heavy feeling in your heart, you went to bed. You nuzzled into the sheets, closing your eyes to let sleep take you.

When you woke, you realized that someone was in bed next to you. A possessive arm was draped lazily over your waist. Asmodeus, you thought with a small smile, rolling over to gently poke his cheek playfully. There was a slight groan, and he shifted over to face you, still half-asleep. His eyes opened blearily, and he seemed dazed. It was rather endearing, and you chuckled at him.

“Good morning,” you said, brushing some of the hair out of his face. Asmodeus grumbled his displeasure, never a morning person, but laced his fingers through yours and squeezed, as if saying good morning as well. He drew you closer to him.

“What time is it?” he mumbled. You laughed at his half-awake voice, reaching over to grab your phone and show him the time. Asmodeus stiffened, and then hastily threw the bed covers off. You startled at the sudden movement, giving him a confused glance. “There’s an important meeting I have to be at in half an hour. Can’t stay in with you today darling, sorry.” He brushed his lips over your forehead, and without even looking back at you, got dressed and dashed out. You sat in the bed, disappointed, and slightly more heartbroken. His breath smelled slightly of alcohol, and… there was the faintest smell of perfume. It wasn’t yours.

You had prepared yourself for this when you began to date Asmodeus. This scene had already happened many times before. He was a flirt, known for being a playboy. Despite the warnings, you remembered the first time you met him, how he seemed sweet and sort of awkward, rather than the suave and smooth personality he was known for. You remembered the light smell of brewing coffee, the summer rain outside the coffee shop window, the brief and fleeting glances. “Let’s get to work,” you told yourself, trying to brush back the memories.

The coffee shop was the same as you had remembered. You sipped at your iced latte, the written lab reports strewn across your small table.

“Professor still has you on paperwork duty?” A rather incredulous voice asked. You looked up, meeting Emily’s eyes. Your friend sat down across from you, picking up a report and scanned over it quickly before making a face. “Y/N! You need to tell him that you can do so much than just read reports. You’ve been his intern for what? Almost four months now! You were one of the best researchers in our major, and your lab professor has you doing paperwork?!” Emily gave you a pointed stare, before groaning. “You have to stop being so nice Y/N! Tell him that you can do so much more! He’s wasting your skills and you’re learning nothing. See, this is why you should have applied to the same lab that I did. Whatever, I can’t change your mind. How has it been with your boyfriend?” She said the word distastefully. Emily had never approved of your relationship with Asmodeus from the start, clearly warning you that he was never going to truly focus his attention on you alone. She didn’t want you to end up with a broken heart.

“He’s been a bit busy with his work,” you replied, swirling your drink around. Emily narrowed her eyes, before giving a ‘tsk’. She had always been in tune with you, understanding more than you told her through words.

“I told you,” she said, though it was more resigned than anything else. “Y/N, I understand that you like him, but… This is going to keep happening. It’s probably been happening for a while too, knowing you. You can’t let him treat you like this. You deserve better. He hasn’t even made it public that he has a girlfriend.He keeps treating you like some mistress he can just toss away.” Emily gave you a frown, patting your hand gently. She glanced at her watch, standing up with a small sigh. “Give your situation some more thought. I’d hate to see him keep pushing you to the side.” With a wave, Emily left you alone with your thoughts.

You cupped your drink, thoughtful. It’d be okay, you told yourself. Asmodeus was just stressed from the recent influx of work. Your hands tightened. It’d be okay. But a small of you feared that like the many others before you, he had simply gotten bored.

That night you kept to yourself in your room, thinking over what Emily had told you. It wasn’t like you had evidence that Asmodeus was cheating on you. He had just gotten drunk, and likely went somewhere with a few of his friends. You bit your lip, knowing that it was foolish of you to hope for something like that. The signs were crystal clear. But the thing is, when people fell in love, they did foolish things. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stop yourself from liking Asmodeus. He had treated you kindly, been sweet, listening to your troubles and curled up on the couch when things were rough. It’d be okay. You nodded to yourself, determined. All relationships went through a stagnant period, and this was no different —

The loud slamming of the door caught your attention, and you opened the door of your bedroom. “Asmodeus —” Your breath caught in your throat, and you took a shaky step back, before closing your bedroom door. He had brought back a woman home. This was the first time he had done something so blatant. You closed your eyes, sliding down onto the floor. The image burned. She was lovely, cascading locks and an enticing figure. And the way she looked at you, scornful, but also confused, hurt. He didn’t tell anyone that he had a girlfriend did he? Was that why whenever the two of your went on a date, he always chose somewhere secluded and away from the public’s eyes? He’s ashamed of me, you realized with a start, and it hurt more than anything else. You clutched your chest, gasping. It… it physically hurt. Your heart was beating way too fast, and you could feel your chest tighten, your throat struggle for air. You heard another door close, and a lock click into place. Asmodeus’s bedroom. You feel tears threaten to spill over, and you knew you couldn’t stay in this house while he —

Twenty minutes later, Emily opened her door to find you sobbing quietly, tears streaming down your face. She asked no questions, taking you into her arms and hugging you gently. “Let’s get you washed up, alright? Stay for as long as you need to.” Some time after, whilst cupping a cup of hot cocoa, you tearfully confessed what had happened earlier that evening. Emily was livid, but you were tired. All you wanted to do was rest, and sleep away your troubles.  

“Am I something to be ashamed of?” you asked quietly. “He never revealed our relationship to anyone. Thinking about it, whenever people could see us, he never held my hand, or did anything resembling romantic.” You had been so enamored by him that you had barely realized. You trembled a bit more, the pain in your chest still not fading away. You remembered Emily’s words from that morning, about how he treated you like someone he could toss away like trash.  

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” Emily said firmly. Her eyes were full of fury, and had it not been for you crying at her house right now, you suspected that she would have stormed over and given Asmodeus a verbal lashing. Yet, you knew that you could not possibly be someone deserving to stand next to Asmodeus. You were a simple graduate student, average looks, meek personality, while Asmodeus, attractive and brilliant, held a high-ranked position in a multi-billion dollar company. You looked at Emily, tired and simply wanting to just sleep. It’d be okay.

You returned Saturday morning, expecting to walk into an empty house again. Asmodeus was there, waiting at the table with two cups of coffee. You could feel the pain from last night resurface again. The women was nowhere to be seen. She probably left, you thought with a small feeling of relief. You hated it, how even when Asmodeus hurt you, you still wanted to stay with him.

“Where were you last night?” Asmodeus asked, eyes boring into yours. You wanted to be angry, but the second you looked at him, you could feel the anger dissipate.

“I — I was at Emily’s place,” you admitted quietly, sitting across from your boyfriend. He stood up, walking over to envelop you in a loose hug.

“I get worried when I don’t know where you’re at,” he murmured, lips brushing over your ear and sending shivers down your spine. You stiffened a bit under his touch, mind flashing back to the scene last night. “Hm?” Asmodeus nipped on your ear, curious at your response. You said nothing, trying to keep down the tears that were threatening to resurface again.

“I have to get to my internship soon,” you replied, standing up and gently but firmly pushing Asmodeus away. He seemed a bit confused by your actions, and you turned to face him, mouth opening. “Asmodeus, are you —” you cut off, the words not coming out. Are you ashamed to be seen around me? Were all those moments lies? Why did you bring that women to our house? Why — You closed your mouth, taking a deep breath. You couldn’t ask; you were too scared of the answers. “I just needed to grab something for my internship. I’ll be gone soon,” you forced out. Your boyfriend said nothing, grabbing your chin and tipping your head back for a kiss.

“See you later then, dear,” he smiled. You flushed and nodded, grabbing your work bag and leaving. It was moments like those that made you stay, the feeling that Asmodeus smiled for you and you alone, like you were the only important person in his life. It’d be okay, you told yourself, heart feeling lighter. Last night… you knew you shouldn’t, but you’d overlook it. Like how you overlooked everything else. Love made people fools, after all.

But it happened again. And then again. And again. It got worse. The signs were more obvious than before. Asmodeus would come home, smelling of perfume and the tell-tale signs of another women on him. Lipstick on his collar, or a slip of paper with a number on it in his pocket. He never brought back another women into your home, but you knew that he was still cheating. Continuously, you forgave him, busying yourself with your internship. But now, when Asmodeus kissed you, when he touched you, all you could see was the time when he had another women clinging on his shoulder. It hurt to be with him, but at the same time, it felt right. You hated how you continuously forgave him.

It was the little things that built up. The way that he pushed off dates, how he would only seem to kiss you and sleep with you to appease you, and how he never paid that much attention to you anymore. He started to be more possessive, demanding where you were when you went off to your internship or see Emily, despite him being the one cheating. It was too much. You wanted to be there for him, but sometimes, when you love someone, you have to let them go.

It hurt you. More than it would probably hurt Asmodeus, you figured. You just couldn’t take the heartache anymore, the butterflies that once happened when he kissed you dying away. You had fallen blindly and fast, like a fool, and still you loved him. But you needed to pick up the pieces of your broken heart and mend them together. How could you continue to love him when your heart had already shattered into a million pieces?

The letter was on the table; he would be sure to notice. You couldn’t do it face to face. If you saw his face, you would only end up breaking down right in front of him and crying. You had already contacted Emily, who agreed to let you stay with her until you found a new apartment. You breathed, taking in the place you shared with Asmodeus one last time, before taking your luggage and leaving.

Your heart did not feel any lighter after leaving. You still felt that constricting feeling in your heart, the little hitch in your breath, and the way your entire body ached when you thought of Asmodeus.

“I think you should’ve told him face to face,” Emily huffed. You only smiled sadly.

“I couldn’t have done it if I saw his face,” you admitted, sipping at a glass of wine carefully. Drinking your sorrows away was not the best idea, but all you wanted at the moment was to get drunk and not think about Asmodeus. The hangover next morning was going to be awful, but you didn’t care at the moment. “It’s just… our relationship was never equal. He had too much over me. I —” you tensed up at the thought, chugging the glass down and pouring yourself another. “The more I chased, the further he got. But it was worth it. I’m an idiot. A fool. I still — He was worth it.” By now, the tears were streaming down your face. You hiccuped, continuing. “Asmodeus is somewhere I can’t reach. He can easily push me away. The letter… it was my feelings for him, but also a farewell. I’m letting him go. I have to.”

Emily said nothing, only calmly pouring you another glass as you finished. She looked at you. “.... It’s been hard on you,” she commented softly. At that, you started bawling even harder, desperately trying to wipe the tears away.

“I—” you sobbed, “I thought that it would be over. Relationships all reach a stagnant stage, but in the end— I wasn’t enough. I never was.” You furiously wiped your eyes, but the tears still came down. Your friend watched, handing you tissues. You were grateful for Emily, glad that you had someone like her in your life. “I don’t regret it though. I—I wanted… to be with him,” you murmured. Emily sighed, giving you a concerned look.

She gripped your shoulder, giving you a little shake. “Alright, let’s not keep thinking about him. Y/N, you left him, and things will get better. Okay? The first step in a relationship is to care about yourself. You can’t love another if you can’t love yourself. Leaving Asmodeus was the right decision. He won’t be able to bother you anymore.”

A month had passed by. The thing is, when you miss someone, it’s not all at once. It’s at certain moments, their little habits and quirks, or when you realize that they’re not there to do something they would typically do. Far too many times you had remembered calling for Asmodeus to help reach something on the top shelf, or waited for his texts, only to realize that you had broken it off. But, time heals all wounds, and you slowly felt yourself recover. It was painful, slowly getting rid of Asmodeus’s presents and the pictures. You were content to just have your memories, or else the pain would still continue.

He hadn’t called, messaged you, or anything within the past month. You guessed that in the end, you really didn’t mean all that much to him. It hurt more than it should have. Regardless, you had to move on. You brushed your hair back, checking your outfit in the mirror. “Alright Y/N, you got this!” you told yourself, before grabbing your briefcase to hurry to your job interview. It was about time you started to further your biochemistry career. There was a recent opening for a researcher position in a nearby research laboratory, and it would be an upgrade from your current intern position. You mentally reviewed your research paper in your head, ready to impress your interviewer with all the work you had done.

You ducked into the coffe house that you had agreed to meet at, eyes immediately landing on a male dressed sharply in a suit. That must be the person. You strode over, a professional smile on your face, heart thumping nervously.

“Miss Y/N?” The man asked politely, fingers laced together. “I’m Purson. I’ll be interviewing you for the position of Research and Development Chemist. Let’s get started then.” With a deep breath, you nodded and sat down, confident and determined.

The interview had gone well. You calmed your jittery nerves, absentmindedly staring at the empty seat across from you. Purson had already left, telling you that the lab would be sending a follow-up email about your situation within a week’s time. You gathered up your stuff, ready to go back to Emily’s place and tell her about how your interview went. The second you left the shop though, your throat closed up.

What— what was he doing here? You looked around wildly, as if to check if there was another women around, but you were the only one outside on the streets right now. Asmodeus leaned against the hood of his car, eyes boring into yours. You shakily took a step back, clutching the strap of your bag tightly. You weren’t ready to see him again. A month passed, but seeing him again only reopened those wounds you had desperately tried to close. Deep breaths, you told yourself, swallowing and straightening up. You readied yourself, and started to walk to the bus station, only giving Asmodeus the slightest of nods, as if greeting a stranger.

You had hoped he would leave you alone, but Asmodeus always surprised you. He grabbed your arm, gently yet firmly, turning you around to face him. Before you could even say a word in retaliation, he pulled you into a hug, arms tightening around your waist.

“Hey Y/N,” he murmured, nuzzling into your hair. “How did the interview go? Haven’t seen you in a bit.” Confused and bewildered, you tried to shove Asmodeus away, though he didn’t budge at all. A chill ran down your spine. No one except for Emily knew about the interview. He was the last one that you expected to know. What did he think he was doing, coming back after a month after you cut it off with him?

“Asmodeus, I think you’re—” and before you could even finished, Asmodeus grabbed your arm, dragging you to his car and opening the door to gesture you to get in. You were about to move away, but Asmodeus only gave you a stare, firmly pushing you into the car and closing the door.

“You don’t want to make a scene here, do you?” he muttered lowly, threatening. You stiffened, afraid and bewildered.  

You didn’t say anything at first, and then, resigned, quietly buckled yourself in. You would sort this out with him, you told yourself. You had no idea what kind of game Asmodeus was playing at, but this time, you wanted no part of it.  

“You cut your hair,” he remarked as he got into the driver’s seat, reaching out to finger a strand. “I liked your hair long though.” You backed away as much as you could, turning away. You hated how your heart still beat faster upon seeing him. Asmodeus frowned at your rejection. “Where have you been for the past month?” he asked calmly, starting up the car and beginning to drive. You stared out the window, unsure of what to say. “Y/N,” he said, tone a bit more sharp, “I asked you a question.”

You bit your lip, perplexed. What were you supposed to say? He— You didn’t know anymore. You could only hope that things were going to end up alright. “Somewhere in the city. Nothing much,” you replied smoothly, hands balling into fists. You were angry, terrified, not wanting to see Asmodeus, and yet a small part of you was disgustingly delighted that Asmodeus had come. What kind of person were you? You wanted to scream.

“You didn’t come home for a while, I was worried.”

Why was he talking as if the two of you were still together? “Did you not see my letter?” you asked bitingly. Why was he here? How did he find out about your internship? There was no way Emily could have told him.

“I did.”

“Then why—!” you retorted, voice going up a notch. “Asmodeus, listen,” you cleared your throat, ready to tell him what you had been going through. “The letter was a farewell. I told you, I — I can’t be with you anymore. If you want to say that you were the one that dumped me, that’s fine, but — I,” your voice broke a bit, “I couldn’t do it anymore. I still can’t. Please, I don’t want to see you again. It’s over. Let the past be the past.” The car braked suddenly, and you yelped. What—?

Warm arms enveloped you. “Aw, is my girlfriend pouting?” Asmodeus asked. A sense of horror washed over you. “Here, look at me.” He leaned in, and with a burst of emotion, you pushed his face away.

“Asmodeus!” You unbuckled your seatbelt, about to open the car door.

“Oh, Y/N, where do you think you’re going?” he laughed, eyes dark and stormy. He gripped your hand, bringing over and planting a soft kiss on your knuckles. You flinched. What was he doing? Was he so delusional to still think that you were still together? Was he that upset you had left? There… there was no way.

“We’re over! I told you, I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to wait on someone who’s only going to find comfort with other women,” you cried sharply, tears starting to stream down your face. A tender thumb wiped the tears away, but you no longer found comfort in this. You didn’t want him here anymore.

He chuckled lowly, a smirk present on his face. “Darling, I think you were just upset. Here, I’ll make it up to you—”

You slapped him. For the first time in your life, you slapped someone. “Stop,” you forced out, mustering your strength to push Asmodeus away. And the thing is, it still hurt. It hurt so fucking much. It was like a chasm was being ripped open in your chest.A part of you wanted to believe him, the part of you that still pathetically believed Asmodeus wanted you back, but… “Listen Asmodeus. It’s over. I no longer want to see you. Just leave me as a memory.” Taking the moment, you flung open the car door, grabbing your things and leaving. It didn’t matter where, as long as you got away from the man you once lovingly called your boyfriend.

Asmodeus watched you leave, amused. He glanced at his hand, the one that had gripped yours only mere moments before, relishing in the hint of warmth. “Oh, don’t worry darling,” he purred, eyes flashing, “I’ll be seeing you again very soon.”

It was stupid, You were stupid, you told yourself as you downed another glass. The bartender looked over, concerned, but you were already so hammered that you could barely even register anything. You slumped on the bar countertop, trying not to cry. You didn’t want to tell Emily what had happened; how could you? She had already done so much for you, and making her worry was the last thing you wanted. It would be okay. You would just drink yourself into a coma and then forget about the world. Dazed, you closed your eyes and tried to will away the headache.  

“Miss, are you alright?” the bartender asked softly, reaching a hand to shake your shoulders. Just as he was about to rouse you, a hand grabbed his.

“She’s alright,” a smooth voice reassured. You stirred slightly, the voice familiar in your memories. Who — who was it? The alcohol had slowed your senses down; you felt like you were viewing everything through a thick fog. You blinked, obediently following the gentle hand that had grabbed your waist and began leading you somewhere. With a small little murmur, you buried yourself into the body of heat next to you, taking comfort in the chuckle that reverberated through the person’s chest. “Dear, what happened?” Asmodeus asked, hand around your waist possessively.

“Mhm — was… upset,” you groaned out. Everything was sort of a blur. You barely registered you getting into a car, getting out, and then entering a house that certainly was not Emily’s. “W—where’re we?”

Asmodeus led you through the penthouse, threading his fingers through yours. “Our new home,” he replied proudly, watching you try to process everything with hooded eyes. You moaned, clutching your head. Everything was so… confusing. New home? That sounded wrong, but you couldn’t figure out why. “Hey, don’t worry about it darling,” Asmodeus comforted, pushing you down gently and placing his lips on yours. “I’m here.” You felt yourself relax at his voice, sinking into pleasure. Yes… you knew this person, you surmised. He was comfortable, but why… was there a feeling of dread?

“Wh—who are you?” you slurred. Asmodeus smirked, guiding your hand to rest on his arousal. You flushed, alarm bells going off in your head, but too weak to change your mind. Asmodeus brought you closer, hand edging to the hem of your shirt.

“Your boyfriend,” he whispered, his other hand trailing down your back. You blubbered around clumsily as you heard him say that, emotions taking a complete turn. Tears sprang to the corner of your eyes, and you clutched at Asmodeus’s shirt, shaking a bit.

“I don’t have one!” you wailed, shaking Asmodeus slightly. He watched you, amused. He didn’t seem surprised at how quickly your emotions changed, chalking it up to the fact that you were drunk. “He cheated! Was I not good enough for him? I left him!!!” you continued your rant, the alcohol in your system causing you to unleash your true feelings. Just as you were going to continue, Asmodeus surged forward, lips pressing intently onto yours. You clutched at his shoulders, heart pounding wildly as he traced your lower lip, before gently teasing your tongue.

He grabbed your thigh harshly, causing you to wince. “You were always his.” Asmodeus smirked as he gently trailed a finger over your folds, and you lost yourself to the pleasure.    

“Mhm, not a good idea,” you groaned, reaching blindly for your phone to check the time. Your entire body ached, head pounding, and you cursed yourself for drinking to forget your troubles, even if temporary. Your throat was dry, and as you sat up, the room spun. There was a soft sensation on your waist, causing you to look down. Goodness, you had gotten so drunk that you ended up having a one-night-stand?

“Morning, Y/N.” Asmodeus smiled up at you, hands around your hip, holding onto you firmly. You felt a cold wave of nausea wash over you, head immediately feeling clearer. There was a lump of dread in your stomach.

This was a mistake. What happened? You actually ended up sleeping with Asmodeus again? You tore the bed covers off, mind panicking even more once you realized the state of undress you were in, and the unfamiliar surroundings. “I—I have to go,” you winced, trying to get out of bed. Asmodeus growled lowly, hold on you tightening. Within a split second, he flipped you over, your face pressed onto a pillow as Asmodeus gripped your arms.

“Y/N, where do you think you’re going?” he cooed, leaning down to breathe gently on the nape of your neck. You shivered. “You left before. You can’t just leave me alone again. Darling, how could you?” You flinched, wanting to scream. He was the one that cheated on you! Why was he — “You know, out of everyone, I love you most. Your body, the way that you writhe in pleasure when I hit the right spot, the dazed look in your eyes, the way that you would cling to me as if I was your lifeline…” You flushed, thrashing to no avail. Why was he saying these things? “Y/N, you can’t leave whenever you please. You’re mine you know. I even brought you to our new home. You’ll like it here, I promise. And—” he bent down to bite your neck, marking you, “I’ll be here.”

“Stop—” you forced out, anger growing in you. “I can’t take this anymore. I told you before, it’s over.” You tried to violently twist out of Asmodeus’s grip, but he gripped harder, and you cried out in pain. “Asmodeus, stop!— Ah!”  

“Y/N, you never had the decision. You always belonged to me. You have no idea how much I crave for you,” Asmodeus whispered, shifting so you could feel his weight on your back. You bit your lip, trying to stop another moan from escaping as Asmodeus gently fingered your walls, watching your reaction with careful eyes. It was wrong, but your body instinctively relaxed at his touch.

“You—another woman,” you forced out, gripping the bed sheets tightly. Your heart hurt, but your body felt the pleasure. You tried not to cry, wondering why such a thing was happening to you. You left him already, why was he back? You didn’t want to go through such an experience again.

Asmodeus left a mark on your shoulder, moving over to the other one and sucking at it tenderly. “I realized you were the only one for me,” he murmured into your skin, hands gripping at your waist even tighter. It was going to leave bruises, you thought. “The others aren’t like you; you never cared about my status or the money. They don’t react to me like you do. They don’t satisfy me like you do,” he hummed softly. You tensed up, not wanting to hear any of it. In the end, they were probably all lies.

“L—let me go,” you sobbed softly, burying your face into the pillow. “I don’t — I don’t love you anymore.” Asmodeus was silent, before roughly thrusting his fingers even deeper into you. You cried out, startled as he flipped you onto your back to stare at you with lust-filled eyes.

“Y/N,” he whispered, a smirk appearing on his face, “Don’t lie to yourself. Don’t lie to me. I can feel you; I can tell. You still love me. You always have.” You adamantly shook your head furiously, closing your eyes so you wouldn’t have to see him. Asmodeus acting like this was terrifying; he was keeping you here without your consent. You just wanted to forget him and leave. “Y/N, look at me,” he growled, placing a firm hand around your throat, squeezing gently as a warning.

You blinked your tears away, staring at your ex-boyfriend. His gaze softened, and he leaned in to kiss you. You obediently opened your mouth, fear still in your heart. Why was he acting like this?

“Stay here,” he said, biting at your neck possessively. “Y/N, you’re never leaving again. I let you go for one month, but I need you by my side. Forever, always.” He stared at you intensely. “I’ll satisfy you, so just lose yourself in me.”