Ever since he’d don that EGO, Yi Sang had been unable to stop staring, his perpetual stare gazing upon you with those bright pink eyes, contrasting hard against the signs of languidity. Before you knew it, you suddenly felt a silky sensation wrap against your back and your wrists, drawn suddenly closer to the man, as you hear his monotone murmur.

“My muse… I prefer your presence over the likes of all others, and… my emotion can not be suppressed much longer.”

“…I understand it is illicit to keep you in these strands of a birdcage, but in time you will find it is the ideal to restrain your wings and intertwine them with mine.”