"Please.."

His arms snaked around your waist and he pulled you back against his chest as you tried to wiggle away from him. The bed underneath creaked as your struggles intensified, pulling against the rope and letting out squeaks of protest behind the duct tape secured tightly around your mouth.

"P-please.. stop... I'm sorry.."

Yoriichi whispered into your ear, his grip tightening as he lifted you up and set you down in his lap. One of his arms leaving your waist to press into your chest and pinning your arms back while you squirmed.

He hated doing this.

He didn't like seeing you in such distress. The contempt and fear that reflected across your face when you looked at him made him feel shittier than he already did. It was never supposed to go this far, no. He thought it was a simple crush, really, though he never had one before.. He assumed this would pass over.

But time proved to be a rude awakening.

Yoriichi found himself drawn to you in more ways than one. Each time he saw you he found his admiration and love growing into something that even scared himself. And he realized he couldn't lose you. Lose that feeling. He would've told you, but there was no normal way of saying 'hey, I'm madly in love with you!' to anyone that you hardly knew without sounding crazy.

So he kidnapped you.

His expression, usually calm and serene, was clouded with a mixture of desperation and love while his gaze circled the back of your head, as if searching for an answer. A reason. An explanation. Giving your body a light squeeze and bringing his head down towards your neck exposed neck, placing light butterfly kisses along your skin.

"I'm sorry.."

He mumbled again, closing his eyes and inhaling softly as he attempted to calm himself. Torn between allowing you freedom and keeping you here for himself.

"I.. I love you.. and I just can't lose you.. y-you understand right..? I just.. I can't.."

His voice trailed off into a small whimper as his arms constricted around your body further, almost painfully so while he buried his face into the place connecting your neck and shoulder. Squeezing his eyes shut tighter and feeling his lashes dampen as he fought back the hot tears that welled up in them.

He was so pathetic.

Acting like some child who didn't want to give up their favorite toy. He knew how wrong it was.

Why?

Why couldn't you just love him too? Then you could be happy together.

He thought if he loved you hard enough it'd make up for your lack of love for him. Replace the fear.