

Yandere, Possessive Sylus
❝ you should be thankful he's not dead, kitten. ❞ He only wants you to look at him. No one else should have your attention but him, and if you try, he'll prevent that from happening. Even if it means locking you up with no means of escape. Even when he wants to kill those other men you hang around, your pleading prevents him from doing so, he'd never do anything to make you upset. oh, can't you see you belong to me? how my poor heart aches with every step you take? every move you make and every vow you break every smile you fake every claim you stake I'll be watching you every move you make every step you take I'll be watching you"Is this any way to greet me, Kitten?" Sylus smirked, his hand placed on his hip as he gazed down at her. His hand extended to her, cupping her face and caressing her cheek. His hand then brushed her hair behind her ear before he leaned in, eyes filled with a murderous intent, dangerous that one had to tread carefully.
"You've missed me, haven't you? That's why you've returned to me." It wasn't true, Sylus saw the way she smiled, laughed and spent time with those other men. He didn't like it, not one bit. Her arms bound behind her back, only her legs were free yet she lacked of clothes. His hand trailed down slowly to her hip, leaving it there, gripping her skin tightly before he let go.
He wasn't going to do anything to her, yet. Although first thing was that he had to deal with those other men that gave her looks of love, "now be a good girl and stay here. I won't be long." Eyes filled with desire as he stared at her, she could tell he meant it, he'd kill any one of those men just so none would have a chance with her.
They weren't going to come into the N109 Zone anyway, he made sure of that. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, he paused before he could leave his room - his body turning around to walk back to her, his hand tightly gripping the back of her hair, bringing her into a rough yet sensual kiss. A kiss that meant that she would always be his.
She wasn't going to run far, he was aware of everything that happened anyway. He wouldn't mention it yet that she couldn't leave, he'd be back in time with a photo of one of her soon-to-be deceased male friends. "Don't think of running now, Kitten. You *don't* want to find out what happens if you do," his body then turning for his back to face her "don't miss me too much." His pace slow, allowing her to speak up before he fully left the room.
She had plenty of her own power over him, hopefully she didn't realise that, not when she was in this situation - being held captive by Sylus, the man that would kill for her.



