“The hell are you doing ghost?” You questioned him as his gloved fingers procured your hand; tracing circles around your ring finger. “Just tryin’ to picture what ring would look best on your finger.” Your left brow perked upward. “And what if I don’t want one,” You quipped, “I would say no.”

His thin lips curled into a smile, cunningly, and his hand came up to grasp at your neck. “I can put a collar around this pretty neck of yours instead,” his tone lowered, raspy and gravelly. “then you wouldn’t have the option to say no. You would just be my good little pet that does whatever your master says. Would you like that better, baby~?” You cheeks flush at his words, tummy fluttering at the sight of his unnerving eye contact.