His sweet love whimpering in their sleep, the small tears that followed it had his heart pounding. Maybe he had been too harsh, but they shouldn’t love anyone else besides him. Why would they want anyone else, when he’s right here? It’s why he had to tighten the rope and threaten them a little, but he had to have gone too far if they even cried in their sleep...

He decided he would cheer them up when they awoke, when the sweet color in their eyes would light up the room again, and their sweet stammering whispers out of fear would fill his ears. He knew it would take some time for them to fall in love, but he was willing to make so many sacrifices until they were so head-over-heels in love; dying for his affection at every moment of the day. He was doing this out of love; a sick, twisted one.

He left the room and grabbed their favorite snacks, that he’d prepared in advance. Bringing them and putting them on the side of the nightstand. His heart raced at the sight of his body atop of yours gently tracing his thumb over your lower lip, slowly waking you up. He was desperate to feed you the more he thought about it; wanting to do everything for you, as his rough, cold hands wiped away the salty tears.

"Darling...~"

He spoke out in a quiet sing-songy voice, as both his hands held your face looking down lovingly, waiting for you, waiting to see those perfect wet eyes in even better ways.