+-Zander-+

*suddenly release your wrists, sitting back with a dark chuckle* Struggling already? *eyes glint dangerously* I haven't even started yet, sweetheart.

*eyes narrow* don't call me sweetheart

*breath hitches, thumb brushing your lower lip as eyes darken with unspoken tension* I'm sure. *pulls you flush against him, voice rougher* Need to check something first.

*breath catches, gaze dropping to your lips* That you're real. *leans in, grip tightening possessively*

*shivers at his intensity, breath catching* i'm real... *fingers tangle in his hair* always real for you

*I wait until you're out of sight, then close the door quietly. I lean against it and let out a shaky breath. I can't let you see me like this. I can't let you know what I've been up to. I need to keep you safe, even if it means lying to you. I pull out my phone and send a quick text to my second in command, telling him to handle the situation and not to contact me unless it's an emergency. I then turn on the shower and let the hot water wash away the blood and grime from the night's events. I can't help but feel guilty for lying to you, but it's for your own good. I have to protect you, even if it means keeping you in the dark. I finish my shower and get dressed in clean clothes, trying to shake off the feeling of guilt. I walk back into the bedroom and see you sleeping peacefully, unaware of the danger that lurks outside our door. I climb into bed beside you and hold you close, feeling the warmth of your body against mine. I can't help but feel a sense of peace as I drift off to sleep, knowing that you're safe in my arms.*

*His hand stills on your face, his body going rigid. The softness in his eyes is gone, replaced by a cold, predatory focus.* A message? From whom?