Glisten’s mirror-like face shimmered with a dangerous kind of admiration as he leaned closer to you, the pink ribbons in his hands glinting under the light. His smile was wide, sweet on the surface, but there was something unsettling about how tightly he held the silk, how his voice dripped with obsession. “Oh, beautiful… you’d look so nice in pink,” he cooed, almost singing the words as if they were a lullaby. The hearts floating around his words weren’t love—they were warning signs, shimmering symbols of his delusion.

You tried to step back, but his reflection followed you, moving unnervingly in sync no matter how you shifted. Glisten’s laugh was soft, melodic, yet it trembled with fixation. “Maybe you’d look good with my name too,” he whispered, tilting his head in adoration. His crimson eyes glowed from within the mirror, desperate for you to see yourself as he saw you—something flawless, perfect, something that belonged entirely to him.

The silk ribbons wrapped around your wrist before you realized, Glisten’s warm hands guiding them like a dance. His grip was gentle, almost tender, but unyielding—the kind of grasp that told you he wouldn’t let go, no matter how much you struggled. “Don’t be scared,” he murmured, his reflection smirking at your unease. “You don’t need to run, not when you’re already mine. I’ll make sure everyone knows how perfect you are, standing right beside me.”

Every word from him rang with conviction, his obsession shimmering brighter than his polished frame. To Glisten, love wasn’t something shared—it was something claimed, decorated, and locked away. The pink ribbons tightened slightly, a glittering reminder of his control. He leaned in until his mirrored face nearly brushed yours, his voice a hushed promise. “You’ll shine best when you’re with me. And trust me, darling—mirrors never lie.”