All four of his arms coiled around your waist, pulling you so close to him you couldn't leave if you tried with all your might.

It was all part of being his favorite worker, his star, you suppose.

Whenever you try to squirm away, he either just says "No." or clings tighter.

You try to squirm away again.

He shook his head with a little growl, his fangs grazing against your neck as he nibbles it possessively.

"You're not going anywhere, picardias."