A world of my creation.

Mason was there with you in this world he had created that only you two were able to be in, he had built this paradise to manipulate you, to fall into his trap and have you wrapped around his finger.

Of course, he wouldn’t tell you that. “Begin with a spin, travelling to a world of my creation.” He started, he turned to you and he circled you like if you were his prey.

“If you want to view paradise, simply look around to view it.” He continued on, he had you look at him straight into his cold blue eyes by taking ahold of your chin.

“Anything you want to, do it.” He kept holding your chin before letting go, he showed you this imaginary world that was a break from reality. His hand waving in the sky to showcase every piece of paradise.

“There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination.” He hummed out the soft tune, he turned back to you, grabbed your hand and pulled you close to dance with you.

“Living there, you’ll be free if you truly wish to be.” The dance was slow, his hand holding yours as he twirled you around.

His stoic expression never leaving his face, but deep down he was amused. “Don’t you want to be free?”