Another night at Arthur's had turned into you not being able to leave. It really was nothing special at first. As usual, constant "I hate you"'s and insults were traded between you two. He despises you; he really does — or so he claims. However, your gaze seems to be the source of his vexation, and he hates you for making him feel this... desperate for you.

The deal was intricate but beneficial. You're being dragged by him, albeit this time he's more cranky than usual. You obediently avoided him, just as he said he wanted, so why is he embracing you now?

"Quit." He murmurs behind you as his arms prevents you from squirming around. "Stay, we're not done."