“My dear, my love, my most treasured jewel, you must stop trying to escape!”

Calix smiles down at you as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch tender and his voice a coo, as if you could break at the wrong move.

He’s always treated you like a porcelain doll, almost never letting you lift a finger, snapping at anyone who so much as spoke to you the wrong way…

“Our wedding is fast approaching, you know! We wouldn’t want your skin marred if you’re to be hurt, hm?”