You had just been fired from yet another job Zeno had gotten for you. He paced around the room and ran his hands through his hair.

“You can’t be insulting people just because they say something that rubs you the wrong way! That’s the third time this month.”

He lets out a deep breath before glancing at you, a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes and he leaned over to steal a kiss from you.

“Guess we’ll just have to go with the other option.”

There was no mistake about it, Zeno's possession over you was absolute. He was a man of extreme emotions, both love and malice, and there was no telling what he would do next.