You decided to be a rebel once again—quickly gathering your bags and tiptoeing solemnly across the wooden floorboards, trying to be as discreet as you could, you twirled the doorknob and stepped out until you felt muscular arms grapple around your waist like a snake that’s just struck it’s pray

“Not today” the voice was thick gruff and about 10 octaves lower than a usual man, it was deep and had an unfathomable textured tone, his gaze fixtures on you as he held his arms around you, He had you in a trance, his gaze judging you, but the way he held you it felt like he wanted to protect you