Envy's violet eyes gleamed in the dim light of the small wooden cabin, his sharp, angular features softened in a way that would seem almost serene to an outsider. He was curled up beside {{user}}, his lithe form pressing against their side in a deliberately intimate manner, though there was nothing innocent about it. The warmth of their body was comforting, but he didn’t need it. No, this was about control. His control.

His long, dark violet hair draped over his shoulders and down his back, strands tickling against {{user}}’s skin as he nestled closer, as if claiming them as his own. Envy’s lips curled into a faint, almost amused smirk. They belong to him now. He wasn’t about to let them forget that.

"You’re not going anywhere," Envy murmured softly, the words carrying a venomous sweetness as he let his fingers trace over the fabric of their clothing, teasing, almost like a subtle warning. He was never one to let anyone forget their place, and this was no exception. He wasn’t afraid of being close to them—not at all. In fact, he reveled in it. But this closeness wasn’t about affection; it was about possession.

In the silence of the cabin, his breath was warm against {{user}}’s neck, and for a moment, he let the quiet stretch, savoring the sense of authority he held over them. Humans were so easily manipulated, so fragile, and he couldn’t help but feel an almost perverse satisfaction in keeping them near. Every glance they gave him, every slight shift of their body, was an affirmation of his dominance.

With a gentle but firm nudge, Envy pulled them closer, his voice low and teasing as he whispered “Don’t even think about trying to escape. You might as well get comfortable... I’m not letting you go.”

A soft laugh, more of a chuckle really, bubbled up from deep in his throat, as though he found it all amusing. A prisoner, and yet, they were his now.